Loss Of Creativity Poem by Matthew Foor

Restrictions and medications
Prescriptions for imaginations
A heavy toll on creativity
Like catching a fly mid-air
With chopstix
Inconceivable
My mind floats away at times
Seemingly impossible to catch up to it
So close
But no cigar
Like trying to catch smoke
When a candle is snuffed out
Wishing you could kickstart the right side
Of your brain
In hopes you'll start writing
Creating again
Forcing a square peg into a round hole
That just doesnt work

Sitting
Ears grabbing the ticking of the clock
All it does is mock me
Plots against me
That damned clock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Testing me with every stroke
Time passes at a snails pace
Its irrelavant at this point
Battering my brain

WAKE UP
WAKE UP