I haven't written anything in about a month, hence the sad result.
So many feelings, so many words,
yet they all escape me.
That sense of restlessness,
that desire for everything
gnawing at the heart,
day by day.
And yet, all words escape me.
No clever metaphors,
No analogical stories,
And no symbolic poems.
Creativity has deserted me;
left me to fend for myself-
No more of the playful rhymes
that used to come so freely-
no strings attached.
The words build up,
Blocking my lungs,
begging to be released.
