Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Blocked mind


Oh no, the word flow has stopped
I turn the tap, but it must be blocked
have I run out of things to say?
has my muse got up and run away?

Feels like my brain has blown a fuse
gone on meltdown from overuse
did I push it too hard, has something gone wrong?
maybe the last piece wasn't so strong?

Could it be I'm not a writer at all? a fraud
an impostor with a pen, whose writing is flawed
a wordsmith with no tale to tell, a poet with no rhymes
or maybe my muse is just sleeping, dreaming new story lines

The doubts creep in, tip toeing through the mind
sneakily replacing thoughts, emptiness, all you'll find
could use a lightning bolt, some inspiration from which to start
a way to fire me on, something to jolt the heart

Thanks for reading.
Peace & love.
Kyle.

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