I am lost.
Words have abandoned me.
Stories evade me.
Poems mock me.
Would that I could
have my time again -
I'd leave writing behind
and become human again.
The Killas asked
"Are human
or are we dancers?"
I ask
"Am I human
or am I a writer?"
Pen and paper beckon but
brain and fingers are -
unwilling
and unable.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
I am lost.
Words have abandoned me.
Stories evade me.
Poems mock me.
Would that I could
have my time again -
I'd leave writing behind
and become human again.
The Killas asked
"Are human
or are we dancers?"
I ask
"Am I human
or am I a writer?"
Pen and paper beckon but
brain and fingers are -
unwilling
and unable.
Writers Block,