Blocking and barricadesA Poem by S.J.MooreWriters block messes with a writer so bad sometimes.I look at myself from above, an out of body experience, I am sitting there staring at the screen, The little bar is flicking and my hands aren't moving, The music is swooning, The time keeps moving, And I, I am standing still, I cannot think, I cannot write, I do not know what lay ahead, A journey I am not rady to make, No one seeing me to a finish line, No finish line coming near, Just empty pages waiting to be fulfilled. I don't understand it, I swear that I had it, Swear that my dream was within arms reach, Laying on my fingertips waiting to be grasped, And now it seems so far away, Not even my own possibility anymore, It was ruined, Killed, Abolished, I am no longer like myself, I can no longer sit there and write my soul for hours at a time, Now I am bound to a prison, A mental prison where I am held hostage, It is where I am tortured until I lose myself bit by bit, Until I love myself less and less, Until I am no loger the person I thought I was meant to be, A writer no more, No poet, No nobel story left to hold, Nothingness, It's my blocking and barricade. © 2008 S.J.MooreReviews
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1 Review Added on November 15, 2008 AuthorS.J.MooreLos Angeles, CAAboutI am a young girl who has been on a roller-coaster ride, This year has brought me more heartache that I can think of, It has brought me the kind of love that people dream about, It has brought me t.. more..Writing
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