Inspiration stalled, unresolved
I'm stuck.
I have this urge,
this really deep urge in my bones,
to write.
Something poetic.
But nothing sounds good.
Not even the free verse,
and I know what I want this piece to sound like,
But the words won't bend to match the noise.
And I have all this inspiration that's just stuck,
Like some bird in a cage in my chest.
And I don't know how to unlock that cage.
And when I manage,
I just,
I don't know where to start and I get lost.
It's like all this world building,
and inspiration and,
creativity just dies.
And the pen won't move.
And I'm stuck with a blank page.
It's...
Majestic.
I suppose,
It's like poetry if it was a sound,
It's slow and marching
But it picks up
And it's like..
When the clouds part in this circle
And light filters through,
Like in movies.
And it's this nostalgic feeling
That makes you want to follow along.
Like you're watching something progress,
from a crawl to a run.
And I try to let go of it,
But it drags me deeper.
And I know I'm trying too hard,
but it doesn't seem like it it'll come out if I stop anyways,
And i know i want it so badly.
I want it to decorate my blank page
And give meaning to my pen.
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