Hiding like a shadow in the night,
Descending into that deep dark hole, my mind.
Sometimes, I can hear it scream
Calling my thoughts, up in arms,
Pushing pleading for paper, the sacred medium.
Sometimes, inspiration hits me
Harder than a heard of rabid elephants
Bulky beefed up ideas, brainwaves not that bright
Sometimes, it doesn’t want me
No matter how hard I search, it runs
Far far away in a foreboding forest, it calls it’s self…
Writer’s block…
I quite like this but I need some good constructive criticism to make it better!
But i fixed the title, sorry!

