I have had writers block, for the longest time
I cannot seem to get words out, that rest on my mind
They grow heavier, with every passing moment
As if I do not tell them to you, they will leave nothing left
They weigh down on my soul, desiring to be heard
I begin to write you this letter, and so I tend to get better
Then I begin to wonder, how has a poet become so dependent
Speaking to this impeding entity, one who consists only in my head
I have no idea who you are, but I do know I need to write
I may never meet the one's I vent to, but thank god they exist
My writer's block ceases and you are the one's I can thank