Writer's Block

Day three untouched,
Tuna sandwich plastered to the plate beside the laptop.
Bathing,
Four nights visitation rights forfeited.
Change of clothing in between?
"I do declare, Stinketh indeed?"
Blaming the fish out of sea.
Thinking to oneself;
Two twilights old coffee in a cup,
Lukewarm,
"Know that realm all too well as of now!"
Hands into grabbing hair,
Keeping from breaking one's first love,
The pen.
Let the games begin!
Staring contest with the paper,
Who will blink first?
"Now the letters of non-words fly about over me!"
Vision of butterflies, 
Not.
Voices of laughter vain flowing above,
"No! We do not want to come out & play!"
Alphabets hiding behind unwritten books.
Head encounters collision with pain,
Leaving weight of heaviness,
Bringing it crashing down onto the table place.
Tears invade the sheet of ink nonsense.
"Time to end it all!"
In hasty rage,
Secret thoughts of filing for divorce.
Throwing chair,
Pushing afar anything in the pathway,
Out the front door with no delays.
After the while,
A view to the living.
Observing life around about.
Than,
Heart revives back to existance.
CPR given to the soul,
And foolishness revealed.
Returning back to the scene of the crime.
"Forgive me. Faithful you were. Never fail, & never will."
Sitting down to reconcile the marriage vows.

Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006

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