Writer's Block

It’s confusing how it didn’t happen anymore

Emotions were no longer as important

As mindlessly sweeping the floor.

 

Dishes must be clean

Along with words

To accommodate a life unseen.

 

Clock in, clock out

No one cares what is brewing in your mind

Tediousness is nothing to talk about.

 

Earn, buy, consume

Waste time to waste money

No need for purpose, I assume.

 

Kiss the little ones good-night

Convey consistency not originality

Imagination ignites fright.

 

Eventually the only sentences to create

Are meaningless social graces

Sealing my ordinary visionless fate.