31 October 2012
A pen and paper
Words in my head
Hours sitting there
And not a single
Word written
I'm losing it
My mind is dulling
Loosing its shape
My imagination
Lost its color
Seeping from my heart
Like ink on cloth
My mind is jumbled together
Words forcing themselves out
Their not making sense
I think I lost my flare
My creativity is in surgery
It might not make it
I pray it will
I'm sitting on this cold chair
In a run down shack
The wind has a bite to it
But my mind is numb
Seemingly unconscious
Im in a daze
I hear so many stories
All brilliant
And waiting to be born
Brought into this world
With emotions that will grip
Yet that pen weighs a ton
Everyday goes by
Hardly a page written
My work must wait
My creativity must
Flow once again
I'm losing this battle
Against an unseen sickness
Stealing all my ideas
Replacing them with
Mumble jumble
I'm trying to finish
What I started
With this muddled mind
Muddled Mind • Opuss № I