I feel the push, the drive, the need
I stare and wish and watch others with greed
They make it look easy, simple, fun
For the love of god I feel like I have none
My mind is stale, empty, blank
Every intelligent thought sank
Under the weight of my fear and distress
Why so difficult-is this a surprise test?
I’m screaming inside
Beating my fists against walls
But nothing happens
It’s worse than the pain of cracking your shin
I’ve been asked to do it…
Why can I not?
It flows so fast, so hard, so hot..
And then it stops.
Writers block is such a routine hitch
Nothing worse than missing a stitch
In the flow, the rhyme, the..the..
Son of a bitch.
Authors blurb: I hate writers block. The absolute impossible to ignore NEED to write and nothing you want comes out. It’s all gibberish and suddenly you have something even if it wasn’t what you wanted. Like this. 🙂