Poetic Block
The Titles in your mind but the words don't process through your pen as if you just went internally blind.
With a ballpoint sword in your hand ready to carve legible hieroglyphics on to a sheet of paper you've engraved the name of your work yet you can't even write the first word.
You try to clear your mind and gather your thoughts but all hear echoing in your mind is, tick tock scribble scrabble cockadoodle doo, why is this little lizard doing pushups in front of me challenging me to a dual ?
Even as I gaze to the keys on this phone ah look an emoji in the shape of a globe damn it I'm still mentally preoccupied, Sighs to hell with it maybe tomorrow I'll write poetic gold. ©™
By: Shawn Muñoz
Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2016
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