Blank WritingA Poem by Kylehave you ever suffered from writers block?
Blank Writing I’m trying to write but I can not form words This pen lingers between my twig-like fingers, Floating above my paper, As if a magnet was trying to repel my beliefs, Thrusting them back towards me All of my resources obstructed, Through the view of my blind eyes Dots of sweat begin to formulate upon my head, Inside my brain, Flooding my emotions, blurring my thoughts Like water to ink, Distorting my ambitions I can’t unbolt my subconscious, I do not know who I am any more, Have I changed? Have I faded into a shell of my former self? A shadow of a human being? Who is this stranger seizing control? In my home, In my body, Holding my pen, the monarch of my mind. My free will has become corrupt, I can no longer think for myself societal stereotypes now control my vision I once observed the world as a whole, Through a birds eye-view But now, my eyes have been plucked Individualism criticized My rights forbidden
I am empty Unable to open up, To the world, To myself, To you, And as this stranger continues to sit Staring vacantly through my blind eyes, Holding on to a pen that won’t write, And a mind that cant think, The blank paper laughs at my absence
© 2009 KyleAuthor's Note
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Added on June 13, 2008Last Updated on July 6, 2009 AuthorKylesomewhere south of "over the rainbow", and east of "no-man's land".............wait... or was it somewhere north of "no-mans land" and east of "over the rainbow".....crap!.......i think im lost!!???About"i may not have something to say yet, but i most surely have something to write!!!!" -me, age 12 hi im kyle! i turned 14 on august 8th 8-8-08 lol!!!!!!!, i love writing, and the way it can fre.. more..Writing
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