29 July 2012

I have a case of writer's block,

A wall of solid steel,

As hard to break as solid rock,

Don't think I'll ever heal,

I do the first that comes to mind,

Pour water in the kettle,

Make the best drink of all mankind,

To melt away this metal,

I put the cup to wordless lips,

And of the drink, I take a sip,

I drink until there's nothing left,

And still my mind is plot bereft,

I sit on the floor,

And close my eyes,

Let my chi and mana flow,

I flood my mind,

With countless thoughts,

But, when I'm done, they quickly go,

I still can't think of what to write,

My pen of concepts has run dry,

I stroke the kitten on the couch,

And, yet, more words begin to die,

I fall back down and paint the ceiling,

With the paint of my dark mind,

My sentences are starting healing,

New words left for me to find.

MelchiorJ13Writer's Block • Opuss № I