writer's block

I told you to leave!
But I didn't mean it.
I was drunk with chagrin,
And fumed with ire
It didn't occur to me that,
I was fueling an insatiable fire.


Now you're gone, young lost love.
Lost, Among the zeros and ones
Among the frequencies and bands
So I beg the universe
To give me another chance.
A portal,
Something,
Anything to make things right.

But I knew I had made my choice.
There's no undo-ing
How can I think when,
My thoughts rouleauxing?

I'm a corpse embalmed from within.
My bones decalcified.
My heart preserved in formalin.
Handle with care printed on my forehead.
On my temples, fragile.

You never leave my mind.
Neither night nor day.
My succubus dream.

I don't wanna become compulsive.
But what if I am?
Then I'll keep searching if I'd be damned!

So I guess this is it.
This is where it ends.
Funny thing about a writer is,
Her chi lies within her pen.

Reviews

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Wow. Absolutely found this fascinating.Each stanza gracefully building off the next.

"Funny thing about a writer is," "Her chi lies within her pen."

Awesome lines, altogether, but those by far were my favorite.


Ms. Suri.

[S. S. Allen]

Thank you 😊. I appreciate your take on it. And that last line is my fav too...took me a while to conjure up.

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Well worth that time! (;