#blockedflow
I lost the key
The words in vault
The rivers roaring symphony
gushed to a damning halt
The mist still floating
Slow motion, mid air
I can hear it’s rumbling
A reminder it’s there
Waters seeping out my pores
behind locked doors
Suffocating, ruminating
What’s the opposite of creating?
Drowning in things unsaid
And dreams unmet
Not thought but felt
It’s brimming, I’m choking
The lights spluttering
The void is black
And suddenly
It comes roaring back
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC