This Thing I Wrote

i have no bloody idea.. i can't pretend profoundity on this one folks

i can't

THINK

today

my mind is not my own

the fingers gripping the pen

are not obeying

so i move to clicketyclack keyboard

hoping to fuse the words roiling in my skull

to some semblence of order

 

but no..

unruly and wild they sting my brain

like hornets protecting their queen

 

(d****t!)

i can't

THINK

today

i want to shut it off and make it stop

 

but no..

 

really that's a lie

what i really want is to turn the churning

into something worthwhile

fashioning a bulwark

against a feeling that feels so big inside me

a deep dark endless cavern

in which to drop a penny

and never hear the splash

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Those last four lines are brilliant.

[Periac]

a writers block is a broken bridge of a dead pen

[Wildfleour]

Ah, there are such days, indeed........

I love how you use "space" to create a moving visual.

[deeps]

fashioning a bulwark...Not sure what a bulwark is,
I really enjoyed this tho' Nicely written and an enjoyable read.