writer's block
a clock tick-tocks in its steadfast way
as lights through the curtains merge and sway
the glow of the screen seems lifeless and dim
and the silence of solitude–unbearably grim
i’ve assigned to myself this daunting task
of organizing thoughts, of removing my mask
to let down my guard and spill out on a page
all my worries, my fears, my sadness, my rage
as i dwell in emotion, words mix about
confusing themselves in a tangle of doubt
i open a window for a breath of fresh air
and pages of scribbles blow everywhere
gravity drags the last slip to the floor
and i drift from my daze to attempt it once more
to balance my brain enough to make sense
of the feelings that swirl through all existence
but my hurricane mind cannot steady my hand
nor can my will bring the clock to a stand
so all i accomplish on this frustrating night
is to write a few verses ‘bout how i can’t write
a clock tick-tocks in its steadfast way
as lights through the curtains merge and sway
the glow of the screen seems lifeless and dim
and the silence of solitude–unbearably grim
i’ve assigned to myself this daunting task
of organizing thoughts, of removing my mask
to let down my guard and spill out on a page
all my worries, my fears, my sadness, my rage
as i dwell in emotion, words mix about
confusing themselves in a tangle of doubt
i open a window for a breath of fresh air
and pages of scribbles blow everywhere
gravity drags the last slip to the floor
and i drift from my daze to attempt it once more
to balance my brain enough to make sense
of the feelings that swirl through all existence
but my hurricane mind cannot steady my hand
nor can my will bring the clock to a stand
so all i accomplish on this frustrating night
is to write a few verses ‘bout how i can’t write
