What  do  you  want.
Is  it  really  so  clear.
Who  do  you  want.
It  isn't  me  I  fear.
I'm   overthinking.
Yes,  I  know.
But  some  of  these  feelings,
Have   to     go.
The    nerves
And  the  anxiety.
These  feelings  come
In  an  simple  variety.
So     go     ahead.
Leave   me   here,
Because   your   love,
Is    my   worst   fear.

I'm divorcing my demons
To engage in angelic flight
Your proposal of grace
Weds me to Light

© JL Smith

I’m blocked

Can’t think of anything to write
Searching for inspiration with a fight

I’m locked

Scanning my head for lines
Scouring my heart that confines

I’m shocked

Nothing to say
No words to pay

I’m clocked

Nothing on the sheet
The clock I can’t beat

I’m blocked?

Turns out I just wrote a poem
While suffering from writer’s block