"Writer's Block"

At one point of a time last year I hit a dead end so instead of a extended hiatus I just wrote about how I don't know what to write about.

I can't think of anything to write about so instead let me extend the word count by writing about my muse how she left my heart in tatters after the day where it finally gave out and shattered.

Oh woe is me, woe is me guess I need love? but I hold no real luck my nightmares plague my mind it isn't only at night where this fluid dementia scares me it happens even during day time.

My heart feels heavy like I'm being burdened by all my insecurities and my emotional anomalies, the pain is in how i am indecisive by nature, never can decide till i feel a deadline near can't cut it out or make a incision no matter how many decisions.

Can't be clear or concise about how i feel about life a constant inconsistence and for a instant I wonder about what happens after life is there an afterlife?

Running out of things to question, so off the drop of a hat I continue to write about my personal life and how I lie to myself to get by "Everythings alright."

Just another reflection face off need to get the mood going so I give a monologue pep talk to me, myself and I.

Like a sociopath I practice emotions to make sure I can do them right because my mind is numb dumbed down by all of this monotonous nonsense.

Me and I against the world nothing is fine I am far from being alright I'm corrupted by this era where people don't hold dreams but just a goal to get by don't let it be a error you were born and given life.

But should they hold a dream; that is all that it will be seen to be just a dream left to be fulfilled but still stay empty.

Now here we go count with me "One two three." "One two three." Are you still listening?

My mind is gone it got lost in my doubt so I beg thee forgive me for such constant inflictions upon our humanity but it is only human to be conflicted by our greed wouldn't you agree?

Oh now I really don't know how to keep this verse going, this whole work of realistic fiction was too free, now I'm coming off weak and now you are all going to look at me with a questioning face.

Wonder what you just read actually had a point so sit there stare at me and just point and here is the point there was none actually it's just me writing off tangent.

Cause the metaphorical walls have closed in on me that's right folks I have hit a dead end getting harder to try and begin these creations, inspiration is limited damn it all I'm about to fall can't name any more flaws I finally have to fight the wall that all writers dread, man I've got writer's block again.

Author's Note

Again alot of typeing on my phone so if grammar is wrong please understand why.... Thank you.