Nothing to Say
Shackles of their own,
The most frustrating ones of all,
I need this but I’m bound to stone,
Futility claiming my calls.
I long to be free,
Yet ahead I see no light,
I know something will come to me,
I'll strive for patience until I write.
Pen to paper, anticipation,
Still nothing comes to mind,
I let ink trail in desperation,
Will writing about the block help leave it behind?