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Writers Block (its a poem by the way)
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Writers Block (its a poem by the way) |
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Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
Writers Block The ink well has run dry And now my mind is bare The paper boasts blank and I just sit and stare Nails biting into my skin Engraving words of wise Tearing at my sallow flesh To smother hopeless cries Fists are bunched into knots And claw at strands of sanity Searching for that absent word To diminish such profanity The tears I weep are plastic My head is filled with space I just need a purpose to which I can match my face The beast that gnaws within me That’s ripping me from inside Creaking through my veins It’s screaming in my mind I’m choking on this static That seems to inhabit me Guarding all my thoughts That are begging to be free I can’t take this pressure That’s sitting in my head When letting go is impossible I bottle up instead I’m so full of my worries I’m drowning in myself I am my own suffering I cause my own ill health The ink well has run dry Time has stopped the clock My mind is bare, I sit and stare Me and my Writers Block. |
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