I am a product of a world dictated
by writer’s block.
Mental penitentiary, closed doors
in my mind that i encounter.
Crumbling inspiration, voiceless
words and empty tunes trapped
inside my head.
No train of thought, failure to spin
a rhyme, ideas and thoughts leak
from my depleted mind, exposing
my mental nudity.
Competing words float mid air in
Words dislodged from the tip of
my mental inscription stagger like
a drunken man.
Jumbled thoughts, unfinished
sentences, emotions not yet
explained- waiting to be ascertained
wander all over my deep forest of
Angry verbs and nouns create lyrical
outbursts in my head.
Loud untiring voices, unexpressed
thoughts denied their freedom
create a protest in a bid to be heard.
My mind fails to relay thoughts to
words and my sterile pen and paper
are constantly fighting!
Spilling ink from the nib of my pen,
I roam through the maze in my mind,
breaking the chains and re-establishing
my fleeting connection in words.
Seeking solace in sentences, comfort
Listening to the silence of my thoughts,
pain in verses, conveying my deepest
emotions and thoughts in a lyrical
journey where words overflow.
Writers block is just an attitude problem
made popular by society.