Writer's Block
I have no idea what to write about. No idea at all.
I stare at the blank page before me completely lost.
My imagination has risen against me, It’s in full cabal.
My muse has grown cold and is dwelling with Jack Frost.
Once I could close my eyes and worlds would appear.
A multiverse of narratives layered up in tiers.
A vast universe of stories along many wondrous frontiers.
Transported to places so exotic I would lose myself for years.
The frigate of my mind upon the mental seas is tossed
And soon its over taken and forced to run aground
And all my inspiration has been captured now and lost.
By a black ship filled with pirates shrieking threatening sounds.
How pirates found their way into my mind, very much confounds.
Yet here they are before me perpetuating a mental holocaust.
I wonder at my misfortune and think I must be touched
For no one else I know has pirates sailing through their thoughts
Copyright © Jw Kiefer | Year Posted 2016
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