WRITER'S BLOCK

It is the worst kind of suffering.

Sitting here in the dark, alone and unafraid

My mind filled with letters, words, and other things

Important verses of songs I used to love to sing

Sound hollow inside my head, giving out a raucous ring

 

It was once loud in here, passionate with words I would say

Not a single scratch of paper in my room was ever safe

It was instinctual, verbs and nouns and sentences relayed

A symphony of a young girl’s world as it turned and flipped and lived precious days

 

I stare at the blank pages, forlorn and barren

The only way to express this pain has left me abandoned

Thoughts come to me but they’re blurred and not comprehended

Loss like this can break the soul and leave the body stranded

 

It was so jammed in here, vibrant and absorbent like a sponge

A deep sea of mastery and I was always quick to take the plunge

It was like vibrations, shock waves to the mouth and the tongue

The words rolled like the smoothest waves, but roared from my lungs

 

God, can I grant a favor? Nothing as conceited as fame.

My writing is a therapy and is not for others to claim

I ask for inspiration from the things I encounter day to day

And to never give up no matter how much it sucks, this seemingly futile thing we call writer’s block.

Author's Note

It may seem a little dramatic but writer's block will do that to ya

Reviews

[wordman]

a mind full of words,but they won`t come out

[Jessica]

that's what I should have put as my description! Where were you 20 minutes ago!?

[wordman]

trying to write something,