Blocked
Where words go to die
The blank page taunts me
And my anxiety rises like hurricane Debby
As it threatens to derail me
With reminders of looming deadlines
And it seems like when any words fight through the elements to land on the page
They are silenced as the ink dissolves
under the tears of frustration pouring from my eyes
The words are there in my brain
Swimming in pools of half finished thoughts
But any effort to arrange these words
Into relevant and meaningful patterns
To use my words to relay truth and meaning
Is blocked by my own inner nature
As I watch like a mute mime
Silenced by the morass of my own inadequacies
My crates of words remain shipwrecked
Prevented from entering the port of revelation
and I watch as the rescue ship circles me
but I go unnoticed trapped in the fog where unwritten words go to die
