Inspiration, Where The Hell Are You!?

A poem about writer's block, which is exactly how I was feeling when I wrote this.

 Inspiration, Where The Hell Are You!?

I’m thinking so hard, tearing at my hair

Trying to find what isn’t there

I’m staring at the screen, at the empty page

There’s nothing in me but frustration and rage

All my ideas have vanished, inspiration has left

And here I am, quite really bereft.

I’m slapping the keyboard

Will I be started at all

When all the leaves begin to fall?

When the sun finally burns itself out?

I’m so frustrated, I just wanna shout

Pummel my pillows, throw something at the wall

Just can’t think of anything at all.

Then something clicked, in the back of my head

Maybe it was something I did or said.

So I ended up writing this poem as such.

Writer’s block. I think it loves me too much.

Reviews

[Charles]

It's always nice to see a rhymed poem that isn't distorted to get at the rhyme (mostly, I don't do rhyming stuff, though when I do I find it quite satisfying to maintain the flow of a line into the rhyme). The only place I stumbled when reading this poem about inspiration was between lines 7 and 8. Without some sort of defining punctuation mark, I read the lines as a continuous thought, and had trouble making the transition to the next line (when the leaves begin to fall) which is the continuous follow-up to 'will I be started at all' - as well as the rhyming half of the couplet. A small annoyance to be sure in an otherwise good poem.

[Drake]

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[The_Dreamer]

A really nice read! You are so talented!!

[Sasha]

Insane! If these are your blocks, I can't imagine what you'll be like when your inspiration is flowing. ;)
The poem makes perfect sense, there isn't any confusion in understanding. Simple yet brilliant. Good Job.

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Loved the title... loved the ending...
It also describes how I feel when I write something, lose it
then try to rewrite it but my anger sometimes overpowers
my inspiration to get it back as it was ... but I take a breath
& usually it comes out better than b4...

[T.S. Rex]

exactly how I feel right now!

[Sam Freeland]

You describe so well how time did knock
I think I am catching writer's block
Since I have acquired your disease
I know I should beg you, please, please, please
Don't do this to me ever again
I will just forget where I have been