Poem: Writer's Block

Written by CrushedBeauty on March 11, 2010

WRITER'S BLOCK

The ink in her pen doesn’t flow as freely as it did before

Her mind is restricted and she struggles on line four

In a haze, she takes a breath and realises she’s not feeling like herself

Undefeated she carries on, knowing this poem won’t write itself

But she screws up her paper to start over, she’d rather express words that are raw

But it’s impossible, she can’t think of a decent rhyme or metaphor

The sound of the ticking clock takes over and invades the air

Dropping her pen with a sigh, she looks down in despair

She stares at the lines on the paper and it stares back, the conquered mastermind

Words of absence have silenced her, stripped of expression so she resigned

Seeking an answer, a key to the problem she must unlock

She know’s she’ll find her words again, this is what they call Writer’s Block

CrushedBeauty