Desperation kicks in...
and no words come out...
My mind's gone blank with nothing to shout.
I feel trapped and consumed...
Stuck in the cage...
Filled with anger and hurt,
And no release for the rage.
I look for inspiration with no end in sight...
Where is my muse when I need her this night.
My mind starts churning, but no ideas seem to stick..
This writer's blocks a pain and I think I'll be sick.
I stare at this page, the words wont appear...
The pen won't write, someone get me away from here.
The darkness seeps in, someone please save me...
I cry and I plead, what happened to my creativity.
This used to be easy , the words just flew out...
But now my pen's out of ink and I think I'll go pout.
And the thing is, you can feel the ideas in the back of your brain...
But this blank and silence is driving me insane.
Someone tear down this wall..I think it's made from lead...
Ahhhh screw it...I think I'll go to bed.