Nothing is happening...
I may have lost my ability
to form words.
Still nothing is happening.
My pen is empty.
My fingers tied in knots.
My tongue has wrung dry.
When will it all being anew...
I ask.
When nothing is happening,
with this heavy block crushing my hands
of any progress I might have brought into the light.
All because nothing is happening,
when you have The Writers Block.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Nothing is happening...
I may have lost my ability
to form words.
Still nothing is happening.
My pen is empty.
My fingers tied in knots.
My tongue has wrung dry.
When will it all being anew...
I ask.
When nothing is happening,
with this heavy block crushing my hands
of any progress I might have brought into the light.
All because nothing is happening,
when you have The Writers Block.
Enough said...
