recently I lost the will to write.
the words that once flowed like water,
no longer seem to flow from my mind.
maybe this is the last ever time,
that I will be able to paint beautiful pictures with the words I write.
Is this disease curable, doctor?
Is there anyway to save me?
I feel like I’m going insane,
The words I try to write no longer translate,
my mind a black abyss the words just cant seem to escape
is there anyway to take this pain away?
I remember people asking why I write
In response I wrote a sea full of poems and stories
eyes blazing, pen scratching,
now I can no longer answer that question.
Why didn’t anyone tell me doctor?
this disease is more than my pen being unable to hit the paper
its more than my mind drawing up blanks
its more than the burning desire to rip every piece of paper to shreds
its being stuck in limbo,
its being stripped, naked with no where to hide,
help me. help me. help me.
why wont you help me?
you told me it would only last a week and now its a year and I still can’t seem to move this block.
I can’t seem destroy this block
this mental block
I screamed. I screamed. I screamed.
and all he had to say to me and all he ever said was,