So many words are bottled up inside me

Waiting to be freed…

As I read a book, feet propped on the bed,

They wander around my mind

Eyes drift away from text

Out the window, on the ceiling

Always there but never there

Thinking of things I've seen this morning

Having no way to describe it

Must be writer's block,

But, no, it's not

I'm thinking but there's no way

I could put these fleeting thoughts

Into a storybook

It doesn't fit…

But somehow it must

I must write it down

Stopping to try and think about the words

Is a waste,

A hopeless effort

Nonsense words

Flagjibron and nomikal

No music, no sound,

Sunlight on my face, warms me

Gives me