Writers block desperation takes hold
Maybe if I relax the mind the words will flow
Inspiration does not unfold
The flow form my pen seems to be at a end
Ink as dry as the the emotion inside
Feelings no longer flows freely
Thoughts are foggy
Life no longer inspires me
My mood is dark
To difficult to put together the words
Individual words floating
But bare no connection
Was worried this day would come
The release of writing poetry ceases
My outlet has turned against me
The one thing that set my mind free
My savior ,My outlet
A vessel to express my thoughts and feelings freely
Is now tormenting me
