Dark caverns of cranium so vast they get lost in the immense black abyss
There are zero ways to depict the frustration that writer's block is
The sentence fragments stab wounds into soul until blood is gushing out
The only method I know how to start mending is to verse something sane
A poem that can untangle the knot of multiple conflicting emotions winding it's way through my skeleton
That satisfying relief when you finally break through the barricade