Thabang Ngoma Poet Rhyme

Writer's Block

You roll over my head and I rise from the dead
Buried in a blanket of cold sweat in a grave on my bed 
I’m a broken line of thought that remains wet to smear 
A step into the unknown, the start of a line to everywhere

I prepare my fingers for the untouched whiteness
My handwriting will bear witness to my uniqueness
A single word explodes and overpowers my weakness
To never finish what I’ve started and render me useless

I never know where your ball will lead my foot
You dangle a carat and of course, I take a bite
An aspiring writer looking to write a bestseller 
I crack a tooth on the fake diamond you bury me like a pallbearer  

Today’s news headlines come pouring down my eyes
Why report on a report, you only echo their cries
I light a torch to see past the obvious nightmares
You draw blood around my ankles to give me lasting scares

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M. L. Kiser June 10, 2015 at 8:27 PM It is indeed a hindrance to the writing process, but I find that I often write better, once I am through the block. Well penned. Thabang Ngoma June 11, 2015 at 10:58 AM Hi M.L. kiser...thank you, I was sort of trying to fight through a mental block and found myself writing this piece as a result...thank u for taking the time to read...rgds, Tbang