There's a blank space,
clutching the pen--holding on
to the spiraling thoughts in my head
my pen slightly scrapes the paper,
with its endless void-- pen ink blotching the sheet
with nothing but a black spot.
all the worlds of words that
want
to
tumble
down
into the sheet
yet as I put my pen down
nothing comes out.
I stare listlessly into space
there's so much I want to say--
but nothing that I want to ACTUALLY write
I can't write.
my mind is petrified as if I saw a ghost
No matter how many times
I wrote... nothing good came out.
Like the girl who purges each night, but has nothing left to purge.
Like the photographer who can't see the world anymore.
Like the musician who can't hear his music anymore.
Like the old lady who wishes to stand up
and hug her grandchildren but can't anymore--cause she's dead.
Like the people who sit out in the streets with no home and no purpose
Like the writer who sits looking at the window with no words left.
This is the Writer's Block.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
There's a blank space,
clutching the pen--holding on
to the spiraling thoughts in my head
my pen slightly scrapes the paper,
with its endless void-- pen ink blotching the sheet
with nothing but a black spot.
all the worlds of words that
want
to
tumble
down
into the sheet
yet as I put my pen down
nothing comes out.
I stare listlessly into space
there's so much I want to say--
but nothing that I want to ACTUALLY write
I can't write.
my mind is petrified as if I saw a ghost
No matter how many times
I wrote... nothing good came out.
Like the girl who purges each night, but has nothing left to purge.
Like the photographer who can't see the world anymore.
Like the musician who can't hear his music anymore.
Like the old lady who wishes to stand up
and hug her grandchildren but can't anymore--cause she's dead.
Like the people who sit out in the streets with no home and no purpose
Like the writer who sits looking at the window with no words left.
This is the Writer's Block.
I wrote this due to the gap of time in which i didn't publish anything. I also think it's quite relatable to many of us writers.
hope you all enjoy this wherver you are!
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