Writer’s Block

This box, this blockThese four walls trapping my fingersAround this penThis paper, dull and blankThis space between ink and pageThis cage: my imaginationThis voice: a whisper, mumbling ideasThe knowledge behind barsThis prison I feel but cannot expressThis ache in need of reliefThis scream subdued by preoccupied handsThis stage of in-betweenThis no-man’s-land I’m inThis wish toContinue reading “Writer’s Block”

I’m Too Tired

I’m too tired to write a poem.My eyelids are sinkers fixed to a linetossed into a subconscious sea where I’ll hook the remnant of lastnight’s dream. I was in a maze with theship’s lull and everyone I’d ever loved wasn’t there. A Ferris wheel flung meoverboard into the bottomless deep ofwaking up to the smellContinue reading “I’m Too Tired”