Original Photography by Mika B.
I want to write but... Nothing?
Why. Not. ?
I keep looking for a purpose in every cell block that encases my mind and I'm stumbling.
Why yes, this is a poem about how I have writer's block.
Why yes, I have lost my purpose for everything, even to write.
Why yes, it hurts to merely think of composing strands of words together to form simple sentences that structure minute thoughts.
I delve into the deepest cubicles in my dormant dungeon I call a brain, and yet still I come up empty.
How is that so?
But.
This. Is. My. World.
So.
What is writer's block?
Is it not knowing what to write about?
Or not having a purpose?
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