Christopher Byrd Hickman

Rookie (September 10,1993 / Chestertown, Maryland)

Stagnant - Poem by Christopher Byrd Hickman

After a terribly long car ride
Leaving at the ripe old time of 3 pm
I’m struggling and searching through the inside
Of my brains poetic bank ATM

But only to find that nothing is there
No matter how much I care
Or At this screen I stare
Nothing is coming to me, and it’s just not fair
I might as well give up and throw my hands up in the air
Put on some on some underwear
And go to sleep and dream about becoming a millionaire


Poet's Notes about The Poem

No poems were coming to me that night

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 2, 2013


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