Writer's Block

by Maher   Feb 27, 2020


It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and plenty to write with,
but sadly, not even a solitary thought.

Strange, isn’t it?
How a day can drag on in the moment,
but come the end of a routine shift, suddenly, it was but dust in the wind?
Though I suppose it’s where the dust is blown that matters

and it seems you were blown my way.

How fortunate for me that we get to gaze upon this wall together,
notwithstanding that I know not whether there’ll come a thought
to tether to in the hopes of making this better.

Rhyming at this point is pointless without a theme of sorts.

I fear these blocks though, I truly do.
It’s at times like these where the mind wanders
into places so cavernous that even echoes,
in all their intensity, lose their way.
Nothing to guide them through a world uncharted.
No light, not even from within, bright enough to see
past your face.
Who’d have thought a place so vast existed so close?

Don’t you hate that feeling though?
The onset of that subtle constriction right at the base of the throat
as you start to notice the breath leaving your nose.
It’s all audible now.
It all leads up to that damn heartbeat that’ll haunt you for hours to come,
before the repressed thoughts you feared begin to wake
and you remember why forcing the pen was a stupid mistake.

But that’s where the gold is, right?
Greed sets in to glorify words over the soul.
No matter that you’re torn to shreds in the process,
just so long as you reach that lyrical goal.

You lost a loved one? There’s a line.
She has a child? Make that two.
Knowing that you’ll never get them back
while the world cheers
as the Wall Street of life shorts your luck for fun,
bathing in profits at your expense,
far greater than that of any king,
from all of which you inherit none?

Well, there’s a whole piece.

You feel it now too, don’t you?
At least somewhat.
I could well be talking to myself,
but I know you’re there, reading.
Trying to suppress what’s all too familiar,
holding back what you've felt in moments
just like this.

The unsettling feeling at the pit of the gut.
The invisible lump that nestles in the throat.
The shortness of breath that you just realised is happening
and that damned, pounding heartbeat that just won’t let up.

I think we’ve stared at this wall enough.

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  • 4 weeks ago

    by sarah shahzad

    Brilliant piece ! Awesome lines here. check my to thank you :)

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Maher

      Thank you Sarah, glad you enjoyed it :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Maher,

    Beautiful rambling prose mellowing into poetic moments of virtuosity. Outstanding!

    Kind regards, Tony.

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, Tony. Glad you enjoyed it :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations, good man. Excellent work.

    • 1 month ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, good Sir. Glad you enjoyed it.

  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Holy guacamole, Maher!

    Adding this to my favorites. Seriously. So many brilliant lines that could stand out on their own, especially this part, it made me stop for a moment:

    "It’s at times like these where the mind wanders
    into places so cavernous that even echoes,
    in all their intensity, lose their way."

    A piece about writer's block, yet writing the twists and turns and way your heart goes, everything that leads up to a poem along with our hesitancy and the confusion of emotions.

    There was clarity in this piece though, especially addressing what we repress, and the greed of glorifying words? YES. It makes me think of the battle of authenticity and our honest desire to be heard, yet how are we using and being molded by these words, by our very real fears?

    I just... wow. Am truly blown away by this. Never read anything quite like it. Thank you for sharing this, and of course, you are certainly not talking to yourself.

    • 1 month ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, glad you enjoyed it! Wanted to see if there was anyone else who's been through this and it seemed the best way to ask :)

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