Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream
when creative thoughts lay dead--
inebriated in toxic waste filled
beyond the rim with mediocrity.
Talk to me inklings, I know
you exist somewhere in my
hazy mind. I know you're
waiting, itching to be pulled from
the surface. Obscurity is the name
of this realm we call writers block.
No words will form with mild
integrity used to craft them..
Nothing will amount to anything
ever if we keep rotting away
with last years work. The moon
outshines us in layers of slurred
catatonic shadows once again--
I want a new idea to arise
hoping for the sun...
Congratulations ! I know this is the beginning of a beautiful endeavor.
ReplyDeleteWow, writing about writer's block seems to be a good way to get rid of it! I love it!
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