Unease

Begging for inspiration around every turn

Just craving a spark to open the gate

As the pulsing weight of these words burn

Constantly seeming to emerge too late

 

This unease creates an unmovable pressure

Gnawing sickening vibration beneath the surface

Wondering what it would cost to find a cure

But knowing potential has lost its purpose

Reviews

[micky]

I love this piece, it is awesome and I find that this poem I experience to often. Well done it is short, powerful and so deeply close to home

[NMH]

Thank you. I appreciate your comments.

[TL Boehm]

Solid write. I don't believe in writers block. For me - I'm never blocked for ideas. I am distracted - I have time constraints, but I can always write. Several years ago though - I can say I totally lived this poem. This one is right on the money. Well done

[NMH]

I don't think I ever lack ideas. Sometimes there is just too much going on up there. It strange how overwhelming it can be that I just won't write anything. Thank you for your comments.

[TL Boehm]

I totally understand that.

[Moonie]

I like how you wrote a poem on writer's block. We all have faced it, and I doubt if there was ever a writer who didn't pray to the Gods of words and to his or her muse at least once in a lifetime. My favourite lines would be
"Just craving a spark to open the gate"

[NMH]

Thank you!

[R Smith]

this feels like a cry for help from someone with writer's block, maybe not but it is an incredibly brilliant write, which I enjoy very much thank you :)

[NMH]

Thank you. I guess I've been feeling uninspired lately.