Writers Block Poem by Nathan Strange

Like a traffic jam
Everything just stops

I’m stuck

I have writers block

I reach for the words
but can’t
exceed
the grasp

I have writers block

I am dead inside

I try and light a cigarette…

But only a spark

No fuel

There’s no flame

I’m encroached with
Resistance

The door is locked

It’s a nightmare

I have writers block!

Not having enough
Emotion to even cry…

I look at my
Clock

Tick tick tick

I feel like a rock

Find me a gun
Or even a knife

I hate this feeling

I will end
my life

I will blow
Out my Brain

Like
Kurt Cobain

I can’t deal with the pain

I think of
Hunter S Thomson

Was he insane?

What about Hemingway?
He killed himself too.

I think about my
Life today

What do I do?

Well I guess
I wrote this

And you’re reading it too

So I guess I am healed

and good day to you…