My first free verse.

When “Almost” Counts for Nothing

I grabbed the quill,
Thinking to scribble.
Bit my tongue.
Pulled my hair.
Even watched the time,
Flying far and far away.
Second by second,
Minute by minute,
The ink drops on the page,
Died singing a gloomy tale.
One goes, two goes,
They went within,
To their nests.
Oh how little you know?
My dear ant,
Or did you already
Find your bliss?
Let me have the pleasure,
Of knowing your secrets.
Let me hear the tale,
Of your success.
Let me be your,
Humble,
Eternal,
Student.
For ever and ever,
Until,
The end of,
My Time.

Copyright © Jayaruwan Gunathilake - All rights reserved

Shashendra Amalshan
Obviously your imagination knows no bounds as you tend to create most unique pieces with your uncanny sense of humour and sarcasm that amuses the reader. I like your style bro, Two Thumbs Up!!

Fay Slimm
This brought me a smile Jay as it defines the usual dismay we get when we make up our mind to write as and when we choose..... I love the details of hair being pulled and tongue being bitten and then in the end a plead of a poor writer now almost beat - - I know - - I have been there and bravo for versing it Jay.... well written and lined...... Fay