Writing Block

Writing Block

I cannot think of the words to describe the block I face
It feels like the concussion of a brutal knock of a mace
All I want is the words to flow from my fingertips
Rather than look blankly and bite my lower lip
Nothing seems fair in this stinge of uninspiration
Even the walks don't seem to feel like a sensation
Perhaps I should hand in the towel and look beyond
Yet this is what I desire, this is what I take fond
Gears seem to be stuck in a position of neutrality
Yet I don't seem to have the same feel of tranquillity
For the walls seem to close in my clastrophobic state
Which seems to abandon all good feelings anything tate
The goal so far away, yet seemingly close to discard
Wishing to smash the mirror of my plight into shards
If I can't get pass this sea of cabin fevish demands
Fears that I may not write again if I cannot withstand

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Gosh! Writer's block -- any artistic block -- is like a withering of your soul. Breaking through it, though, is practically orgasmic! I hope you've broken through now.

NOTES: Most likely, it's because of your writer's block; but, I found your lines read rather awkwardly.

[Crimson_Woad]

Well it was the spike when I couldn't think too well and was stumbling for words - I have knocked a few barriers, but some of the walls are still standing

[MomzillaNC]

I've had artistic blocks many times. IDK if it will work for you; I usually choose some mundane or inane topic and create something about that, as I did with the poems "Blurble, Glarf" and "Bricks."

[Crimson_Woad]

Well I wrote an essay on Genseric the Vandal before