Thinking Of A Rhyme

I'm setting here tonight,trying to think of something to write.My mind is searching..hunting..probing.But still nothing comes to mind.It's as if that voice in my head the little one thats always said,"I'll always tell you what to say,I'll be there for you day to day and you'll never be lost when I'm around" has gone on break. Leaving me stranded in the deepest depths of my mind,wondering what exactly I'm to do if I'm to make up a rhyme.So here I am thinking and pondering,hopelessy lost in a field of thought.Shrouded by darkness,clouded by fog.My mind is now a darkening bog.Surrounded by silence I sit and wait,for a rhyme to enter my minds gate.As morning draws near,I begin to fear.For what if for the rest of eternity I'm stuck in here?Alone and in the dark for infinity,alone in a dark vicinity.Trapped in my mind, with nothing that rhymes.Here forever alone.Then as the wind blows.It puts a smell in my nose.Yes, that the smell of a rhyme.Alas,I see light!And I am Free!

                                         ~*~*~*Ingram~*~*~