Writer's block has come again
It shall never leave me be
Restricting my heart and my hand
Not allowing my mind to be free
And lo, writer's block has come to me
Preventing the venting of feelings within
And lo, writer's block makes it hard to see
A way to unleash my sin
And so writer's block has come to stay
My empathy erased and blank
Such thought is present day to day
An agonising adolescent prank
So leave me be in silence now
Till writer's block has passed
Leave me sulk! Leave me frown!
Seeking inspiration from the past
My thoughts they come, my thoughts they go
Sometimes not arriving at all
Some thoughts rescue me from inevitable throe
Some lash out and leave me to fall
Perhaps writer's block might be good even so
As it saves me from some pain
So why does it constantly come and go
Never staying the same?
So tell me now, sweet friend of mine
Is this emptiness good or bad?
Should writer's block be considered a crime
When occasionally it's all that I have?
