Writers Block

Writer’s block is a horrible thing. Like cabinets slamming shut. So the writer’s block begins. Day one of writer’s block. Nothing except single words. And then single letters scattered. Sitting on the couch. Sighing slightly. Nothing is fun anymore. I could cook a slice of toast. Or simply order pizza. Nothing comes to mind. Except the hunger. Under the sink, it is leaking slowly. Scratching my back. Trying to grasp the bugs. I have writer’s block. And it will never go away. I got in my car to head to the store. I bought things I didn’t need. Coupons expire. Grocery carts squeal. Go home to the writer’s block. Go to bed and have a dream of words and phrases. Draining slowly. They say writer’s block is a horrible thing. And that’s all I can say.