I try to defy my mental block,
I scrape my head,
becoming harsher on myself
as I force emotions to be penned
into words.
But all what comes is
incoherent, inadequate,
dots and strokes.
The words are fleeting,
they've lost their meaning.
Out of synch,
out of thought,
out of ink.
Writer's block,
is where I sink.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
I try to defy my mental block,
I scrape my head,
becoming harsher on myself
as I force emotions to be penned
into words.
But all what comes is
incoherent, inadequate,
dots and strokes.
The words are fleeting,
they've lost their meaning.
Out of synch,
out of thought,
out of ink.
Writer's block,
is where I sink.
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