Writer's Block

I wish the words would come.
The desolation I feel encumbers my soul.
I want peace -peace through words;
A semblance of equanimity to stay-still my vapid thoughts;
An entrancing lullaby, while I sink through this abysmal chasm.

I fear for the future;
I dread mine to the utmost.
Success will come; but the cost is what I loathe.
I feel wired for loneliness;
The emptiness of solitude is a sour nectar that moistens my lips.
So I pray to find the right words,
In the hopes that it grants me that ever elusive peace.

I sit by my lonesome,
Pondering on the ills of my many misguided rectitude.
I am my own Achilles heel;
I am my own conjured dream-mare.
My faults are mine and no one else's.
Carving worlds in words,
I search for the right ones to erect my estates.

But alas! In my dearth of words,
I'm hit with the glaring obvious.
In my search for the right words of peace,
I've stirred the cesspool of inanities using the same.

Author's Note

Whipped this up after a long stint of feeling uninspired. Any thoughts?

Reviews

[magensby]

Sometimes the words come as in a feast and other times they don't come as in a famine. When they come let them flow like a river and when they don't simply till the soil until rain comes again.

[Sarah]

Love this. I myself and going through a tough phase of writer's block and am struggling to find any inspiration. Just gotta keep trying and eventually the right words will come.

[Mifa]

You couldnt have said it any better. Eventually the right words will come. How are you btw, Sarah? How's studies?

Anyways thanks a lot for the read. Much appreciated.