Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block

Unshed tears sting my eyes

I glare at my keys

My mind utterly

Inexplicably blank

Words that once flowed

So well

Stop.

Blocked by disuse

So many emotions build up

Behind the wall of stone

Keeping me in control

Preventing me from doing anything stupid

Don’t write

Study

Don’t read

Study

Test for this

Test for that

Life is now school

Remember history, remember the past

The past is the key to my future

Unlock the future, study the past

But that doesn’t help the rage

Stymied by the barricade in my head

But I remember everything

The look in your eyes

The feel of your lips against my skin

Why can’t I write about that?

What about a moment

Is too private for words?

Even when the moment

Is plain for the world to see?

Why do the tears

Obstruct my vision?

I have found a new release

Where once I wrote

And oh of what I wrote

I wrote of love, of hate

Of passion and rainbows

Blood and darkness

But why no more?

What can silence a writer?

Broken fingers, cannot type

Cannot hold a pencil

Why do I write now?

Crawling back to where it all started

A beaten dog, whipped into submission,

But with no abusive master

No one knows me anymore

No one really cares

Not that I blame them

I was the one who vanished.

But the child is remembered.

Remembered by the only one who cares anymore

Who held the child up when she was drowning

Drowning in her own tears

But why write now

When the sun bakes the life out of the earth

And monotony takes over

Why not?