Writers Block
By Danw
Writers block, Keeps staring at the clock His analogy becomes reality, Confused, interpretations miss-used Got to get the ideas flowing, For the populations they are growing Can’t find the words to say, To help myself Express myself Confess to myself, I’ve hit the bottom of the rock I’m stuck...... Can’t find the words to say, To help myself Express myself Confess to myself, I’ve hit the bottom of the rock I’m stuck, with writers block I’ve lost a part of my memory, Could this possibly be the end of me Wake up in the middle of the night, What I feel It just ain’t right I don’t want to think I want to write Sometimes realise I can only be as good As I’ll let me Give me reason, And words to make a stand And I’ll write the words I feel and let them break through Break through, Break through the block I look up the clock and it’s spinning The time is wasting but winning Have to find the remedy, Restoration of my memory If I write then I can be a man, Give me your patience and you’ll understand Written May 10th, 2001 © on Feb 27 2002 05:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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