Writer’s Block
I wish I could
Experience
Writer's Block.
Just once would be enough.
But try as I might
The words continue
To rush from my fingers
With the force of a torrent.
I would like to know
Exactly how it feels
To not have words
And instead
Encounter only a knot,
See only a blank,
Hear only silence,
Because then
I could
Write about it.
Frustration
Writers block. First hours. Then days. Then months. I'll get back to it. I'm taking a break. Then years.
I buy a notebook.
I stare at it.
It collects dust.
I read others novels.
I despise their success.
I want what they have.
I want to be an unknown. An anonymous. Speaking emotion through words typed on a screen. I want others to FEEL WHAT I FEEL.
See what I see. Why I see it.
But where do I start?
I can't start. I won't start.
I'm no good anymore.
No one cares what I have to say.
Its been years. Its been months. Its been days, its been hours.
Fucking writers block.