Writers Block
Writers Block
I’m awake late looking at the clock
Watching it turn, hearing the seconds… tick-tock
This is the usual time my thoughts I release
Then close my eyes and sleep in peace
It’s been a few weeks since my pen hit the pad
Telling the story of feelings I’ve had
I feel lost and alone
For some reason my pen is in roam
For some reason my hand is bare
The pen is beside me, I could see it right there
Just looking at my journal my body’s tense
But none of this makes sense
Same thoughts and emotions remain
My mind and heart still harbor pain
Courage I must regain
It’s so unclear to me
I wish I knew; just wish I could see
What‘s creating this anxiety…
Lay
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