Resolution by Neccessity (Or the troubles of Writer's Block)

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Pen to the page,

But hand not moving.

So much to say,

In so few words.

Falling into noisesome darkness,

Waiting for a sentence' birth.

Too much to say,

I finally see,

The pen falls from my fingers.

No possible way,

My hand is numb,

Mind struggling to receive this.

Too many thoughts for a single mind,

Far too much to ever say,

The hand won't move,

The head keeps straying,

Wake me up at light of day.

Here in the night the mind is still,

Peace at last in the clutter of dreams,

Resolution of waking thoughts,

By abstract means; necessity.