Writer's Block
Emotionally, my mind has deceased into defended times
No longer am I able to paint my pictures with rhymes
Thoughts betrayed me, and left me in darkened shadows alone
Muted by my abstract thoughts, never again shall my poetry be known
Unable to predict the topic of my next imaginable piece
Until I complete my poetry, my soul will never be at ease
Between lies, I try to write out my next emotional discussion
Troubles unknown to man accompany me, without poetry I am nothin’
Memories divide myself, into difference emotions
Swept beneath my feet, By the poetic current on the ocean
Writing is my way to live, to deal with all the stress and all the pain
I can’t think, my mind has corrupted, will I ever write again?