Passion, Where art thou?

I stare at an empty page

Hoping something would come out of it

But I was trap in a cage

Nothing felt right, nothing seems to fit.

All I had in me was rage

I wish I had inside me the wit

To stand in front of a stage

But all I can do is sit

And stare at this empty page.

It was love I was trying to find

But I got lost as time pass by,

Lost by everything inside my mind

So I cry staring at the sky

And wished for the whole world to be kind

Where was passion when I needed it the most?

All I had was an empty page and being lost

Why have you abandoned me at the glum coast?

I need you and I will have you at any cost.

Frustrations on becoming a good writer.