Writer's Block

1
thoughts twist and
intertwine, within the deepest
chambers of my mind-

succumbing my soul, words
swell inside, too
much to bear, my pen runs
and hides.

2
other days all that surfaces
around, is the pure vast air-
i sit down bored, waiting for
anything to appear.

but i find nothing to say,
professionals deemed it "writers block"-
though, my passageways are open,
it's the thoughts that
wont flock.

3
then out of the dark aura,
and idea is finally
birthed-
sadly i find it is only a miscarriage,
time to start again.


pen and pad doodling on
paper, trying to find words that
are swinging around,
but maybe today isn't the day.
no words, no life,
can be found.