5 February 2013
Be their nothing today I wish to share I still engage my mind to think and write, Maybe my work is nothing to compare, But still I sit and type to you this night.
My mind is blank an endless expansion, A pale white canvas waiting for a mark, An empty stage for my soul to dance on It shows a reluctance to disembark.
Of Shakespeare's work I draw inspiration An iambic pentameter my goal, And though I sit here in desperation The syllable count I aim to control.
The rules of this style are to demanding I fear I have failed in my one attempt, And while my sanity remains standing I gracefully withdraw with your consent.
Shakespeare Eat Your Heart Out • Opuss № I