Writers Block
i sit,i sit here and write nothing.
thoughts and emotions pondering in my mind,
with nowhere to go but out..
and stil i sit.
where did this escape go?
words used to flow freely through my fingertips
to the pen and onto paper,
but now they stay.
stay inside this broken mind.
stil twirling, stil twisitng, stil driving me insane.
screwing with my sanity.
and so i wait,
i wait for the inspiration,
the spark that will re-ignite, or so they say.
but i feel that hope is gone.
and so i cry.
cry for once having a release,
which is no longer, but instead now is a prison.
keeping everything locked away.
and so i die....
and so i die inside until maybe once again
i can be free...
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