17 August 2012
Low humming, Whirring, Whining.
Mind chugging, Clicking, Pining.
Needs to dine, On words so fine. Nothing here to call mine...?
Tinnitus! It's all I hear. Tinnitus! Is what I fear.
Nothing more, Nothing less, With tinnitus I am infest.
Oh! What's that? I see a flash, An idea with wings I want to dash...
I try to chase it, But it's flying away, I need to sleep now, Stop trying to play.
Must let my mind and body rest, It's for the best.
And so I rest my head, Call time on thinking, Let it all go numb and dead, To arise again, Anew, Lights bright, Eyes blinking.
My Take On Writer's Block And Trying To 'Force It' • Opuss № I