I'm trapped inside my mind,
having no place to hide
from this mental divide.
*
I'm stuck in a block,
my mind being stuck, locked.
In there is a faint knock.
*
My mind is trapped,
so I must adapt
to my mind being wrapped.
***
Thank you for reading. After being stuck with writer's block for far too long, I needed to put something, anything really. Feel free to comment, heart, and/or subscribe. Any input is appreciated.
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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Awesome work! Despite writer's block, you wrote this poem! I loved it! May you never have writer's block again!
Well written & relatable!
Excellent!! Great Poem