10 July 2012
So it seems I've lost the skill With my words I've lost the will Abandoned here, all alone Words have left me far from home
My mind struggles to form a line Maybe this is all a sign Maybe I'm not a writer at all Just a dancer at a masquerade ball
Pretending to be someone I'm not Whilst on my tongue words do rot They won't be used, won't fit together I hope this curse won't last forever
I'm adrift on an ocean blue At the mercy of the waves, it's true Trapped inside a dark fairytale Battered by the wind and hail
Bombarded with unfeeling letters Who've left me here for something better I can't rewrite the ending here Is this the death of my writing career?
When I feel my ship is sinking It sets my poor mind to thinking Maybe this is not for me Maybe I was too blind to see
But I'm far too stubborn to lose hope With few phrases of faith I will elope My writing will not desert my heart I just need to play my perfect part
Where did you go? Please come back! My wordsmith skills are under attack! Shot in the heart with a logical arrow But it's not the last you'll see of Sparrow...
I.Sparrow
To The Blocking Of Writers. • Opuss № I