A mental block, brain locked, thoughts shot dead
words stuck in the furthest reaches of my head
cant connect the dots, to let my imagination soar
or find an emotion to start this downpour
Want to close up, stay in bed, let the dreams fly
to inspire, to find a thread to pick, to kiss today goodbye
but then my mood will float like a stone
and my words will have the wrong tone
The flow feels wrong, the feelings I cant shout about
creative spark fizzled out, just left here filled with doubt
all the stories have dried up, in lockup
think maybe my brain is fried up
What if that is it, if there are no more words to write?
have I written all I have, are the words finite?
or is this just a bad day, with little to say
and will I wake with a sea of reflection to convey?
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.