I often stare in means to write
Stuck deep within thought
Yet my mind is closed tight

Drifting in circles of unknown despair
Watching lives of anger and siege
As my simple thoughts float through the air

Minutes gone by as i hang on my shelf
Not knowing what to write
Yet that right there is a poem in its self.

Life is your poem dont lose it.

Cameron Brooks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-poem/