Writer's Block
Blocked is what you called it, when I said I couldn't write anymore. A Poem
Blocked
Is what you called it
When I said
I couldn’t write anymore
I wasn’t losing my touch
The touch was simply escaping me
Refusing to let me flourish
It crowded me
Stuffed me into a box
While I screamed for release
The sound getting lost in the four walls
It wouldn’t let me breathe
Strangling me with my own hands
Straddling what was left
While I begged for anything
To help release the blockage
To ease the mind
And numb the pain
Blocked
Is what you called it
When I said
I couldn’t write anymore
But how do you release
When the blockage is you
About the Creator
Kayla Jefferson
I am a 23 year old writer based in Houston, TX. I write short, creative fiction, true crime analysis, and poetry. I hope you find something you like here in my world. Tips are not expected, but appreciated!
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