Today I wrote a poem about a poem
In that poem
I wrote about my mind going insane
The emotions I poured on them
Leaving me numb to pain
Forcing my mind to go with no direction
Worst fear as a writer is having ideas
That won’t leave your brain
Lacking inspiration
Having feelings that can’t be shown
Mental imprisonment, given 25 to life
Suffering to live
While living to die
Ideas tide in millions of words
Only to be expressed in one emotion
Writers block is the disease I suffer from
It’s destroys my creativity
forcing me to judge me
While making me feel all alone
It’s just me and this pen
that can quickly turn to pain
Today I wrote a poem about a poem