Writer’s Block
a try
That time when you can’t write,
Nothing makes sense at your sight,
Not even a second feels right,
Falling apart in that lonely night,
Staring at that patched wall,
With shadows of memories gone by,
The one’s you don’t want to recall,
Even the ones that don’t stand by.
Roaring wind, shaky windows
Dimmed light, rusty indoors.
Just like my
Struggled breathe, rheumy eyes
Saddened soul and empty mind.
Pick a pen, come by not a thing
Leave it. then, can’t stop thinking
Go out, you can feel pressure building
Come in, can’t stop those ears ringing
My words feel normal,
The rhyming left my tongue
Conversations became formal
My poetry has gone unsung.
Time flowed with unceasing clock,
Phrases ceased with a disguised lock,
Either I’ll ask for help, to get me out of this shock
Or I’ll help myself by gathering words
for a poem on this writer’s block.
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