Words sitting at the tip of the tongue,
Swirling around my brain
Like a tornado threatening my inspiration
Ideas that had formed, crumble before this inner storm
Jumbled like a bad pot of jambalaya
Bouncing wildly like atoms
Becoming tongue tied
I grab a pen and a blank piece of paper
Attempting to force it out through the ink in hand
But my grip only tightens, my muscles paralyzed
Fearing that I might lose all that I have brainstormed
Fearing that they will be swept away,
Like waves pulling them out to sea
My anxiety is setting in, my chest tightens
My breathing shallows as the words escape me
A mental barricade
I could build a house with all these bricks in my mind
Frustrated I stare at the blank page,
I toss my pen aside, it’s useless to try
My bones crack as I stand from the chair I’ve slumped in
Stiffly walking away, leaving this premature idea to die
Perhaps I just need a little more time
To overcome this writer’s block
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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