Where are my fevered nights
Locked away in my writing room
Ink slinging madly about
Across paper, table, wall, and ceiling
Words
Verses
Lyrics
poetry in its purest maddening delight
Where is my furor poeticus
Ecstasy of cursive, print, and type
Words written in divine poetic frenzies
Where is my muse
Inspiration dwelling in the leaking ink on the pen's nib
Or in the soft click and hard punch of a keyboard's keys
... ... ...
Where are you
Because I know that you're not here
My ink remains untouched
My walls remain bare
My notebook remains unopened
My computer remains asleep
My hands remain unmoved
My mind remains unthought
... ... ...
And I'm still here
Taunted by the missing
of you
Taunted by your writer's
Block
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Where are my fevered nights
Locked away in my writing room
Ink slinging madly about
Across paper, table, wall, and ceiling
Words
Verses
Lyrics
poetry in its purest maddening delight
Where is my furor poeticus
Ecstasy of cursive, print, and type
Words written in divine poetic frenzies
Where is my muse
Inspiration dwelling in the leaking ink on the pen's nib
Or in the soft click and hard punch of a keyboard's keys
... ... ...
Where are you
Because I know that you're not here
My ink remains untouched
My walls remain bare
My notebook remains unopened
My computer remains asleep
My hands remain unmoved
My mind remains unthought
... ... ...
And I'm still here
Taunted by the missing
of you
Taunted by your writer's
Block
******* writers block. ******* life block.
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