Here I sit at the cornerstone of Writer’s Cube
My brain drained out by a suction tube
I have lost my ability to think straight
Gone is my power to articulate
These things are out of mind, and sight
Mentality is darkened by the clouded night
Fog condensed within’ my trenches obscures my flow
So in the direction of where to continue I don’t know
11-24-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful extension of the idea of Writers Block! Nicely done.