Can't articulate
Tries to rhyme
Wants to clear her mind
Makes a royal mess
Of the rhyme and man (no less!)
Feels the frustration around
As it seeps into every bone
Tries desperately to fight it,
Fails
Now, its the futility of thought,
the helplessness, the resignedness
the inability to do anything to make things better
the tears, the hurt and a bitter laughter
that surround her ..
She surrenders to it and drowns ...
Sam
writer's block? :( sigh. don't i know it.
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Yeah!! Not just a writer's block though .. too much other shit .. the history (or should I say inspiration?) of this poem is (to put it mildly) not nice at all =(
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