I've had writers block for some time now, nothings seemed to glow how it should
No topic right now feels like it's been unexplored
But poetry isn't the movies, you use your words to take a snapshot of what you're feeling and what's going on around you
It doesn't have to astound you but it does help to ground you like a lightning rod

But let me guide you through what's in my mind now
A lot of noise, jumbled thoughts about someone from my past
What's funny is why does it have to be this way, is it fate? Some divine joke played on us because of her mistake?