Semeicardia Posted January 29, 2021 Share Posted January 29, 2021 The much dreaded Writer's Block - a horrible decease: Ideas once vividly poured out from your brain; But now it is hollow and void, but never at peace, The few that you have, you flush down the drain; You think and you think and never get rest, Your mind is a desert, empty and dead; Seeking the bottle, the friend you know best, Numbing your mind, slurring words that you said; It comes to you, in this much drunken state, A method to start your writing again; There is only one way to open the gate, Words flow with blood as you stab with the pen; All that I leave you is this much cryptic note: I am empty and torn, no longer a whole; My mind is far gone; distant,remote; There is no more hope when losing your soul; 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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