The Spark

While I was sleeping,
Within my bed,
A tiny Spark,
Entered my head,
And thus was born,
Within my mind,
The thought to Blog,
For all Mankind.
Now I'm no poet,
If truth be told,
I find it hard,
To Rhyme so bold,
But still the Spark,
Infused me so,
It just refused to,
Let me go.
So here you find me,
Tired and sore,
Sweating Blood,
My Words to soar,
From page to Screen,
For all to see,
That cursed Opus,
Won't let me be,
And though I try,
With all my might,
The Sparks Inception,
Just wont take flight,
And so at last,
I made a Rhyme,
I trust you like it,
By and By,
But should it tire You,
Reader dear,
Then simply leave it,
Lying there,
For I am beaten,
I confess,
A Spark has best me,
Nonetheless.
A Poet I,
Will never be,
So adieu reader,
Im back
To
Sleep

Zzzzzzz