“Writer’s Block”
There are letters in my head
Forming words
Swimming around
Anxiously awaiting anything resembling lyricism or the like
Be it blue, black, or red colors
Drawing them on white paper
For them to be interpreted as perfectly abstract
Or vocal chords belting them into therapeutic existence
Praying for remembrance after their deed is done
But
They’re stuck.
Caged in the chaos of
Too many subject matters
Uncontrolled emotions
And some sort of creative dyslexia
Debilitating their stanza
All they wanted was form.
Fuck. Their. Life
soprofound c. 2009
Good one. Catches it.