I sit here in silence
trying to write
a task that will see me
far into the night.
Struggling with lyric,
wrestling with word
finding all my idea’s
absolutely absurd.
My mind a fiasco,
scrambled and locked.
Sentences stumbled.
My talent is blocked.
Though I sit concentrating,
my mind being a fighter
but there still is no tapping
on this old typewriter.
If just one idea
should reveal to me
an happier person
I know you would see.
If some lyrical phrase
would just come to my mind,
no longer amnesiac
and no longer blind.
I would wear out my fingers
typing what I desire.
Digits covered in plasters
whilst machine is on fire.
I would pick up a pencil
so I may carry on,
scribbling madly
till the lead is all gone.
But alas there is nothing
not even a grain
or anything else
floating round in my brain.
My nerves they are screeching,
my sinews in shock.
I pray never again
do I get writers block.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
I sit here in silence
trying to write
a task that will see me
far into the night.
Struggling with lyric,
wrestling with word
finding all my idea’s
absolutely absurd.
My mind a fiasco,
scrambled and locked.
Sentences stumbled.
My talent is blocked.
Though I sit concentrating,
my mind being a fighter
but there still is no tapping
on this old typewriter.
If just one idea
should reveal to me
an happier person
I know you would see.
If some lyrical phrase
would just come to my mind,
no longer amnesiac
and no longer blind.
I would wear out my fingers
typing what I desire.
Digits covered in plasters
whilst machine is on fire.
I would pick up a pencil
so I may carry on,
scribbling madly
till the lead is all gone.
But alas there is nothing
not even a grain
or anything else
floating round in my brain.
My nerves they are screeching,
my sinews in shock.
I pray never again
do I get writers block.
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