Love has taken hold of me...
A grasp that I cannot refuse.
Left cold to sleep under leafless trees...
Bare and broken as me...
Search for my heart or for my mind...
All I find is more minutes, more time...
Clocks ticking in my chest...
This block steals the pencil from my hand...
But I have so much to say...
The lines of paper staring blank...
My brain is duct taped shut.