A Poem Is Never Done

you can write until your hands hurt get writers block hand in your assignment but you never done with your work walk with a blind me help him over the curb but without you he's bound to fall off the next. you can enjoy being disturb but hate being alone that's when i'm in all as well before a tale just storming to prevail deep am i i ran out of ink but my thoughts ran to the end the end of what the thought that i begin hold up all i gotta say is a poem is never finish