Start Of Something Poem by Desiree Whitamore

ive never had this writers block before.
it must be a dream.
words have never been distant before
they've never been lost in me.
i know there must be a reason
that makes sense right now
this must be a day worth seizing
i just can't get off the ground.
and my soul went up in flames
when the fireworks exploded
its this hum drum place
that takes this gun and loads it.
im itching now, i need a shower
i feel like i've been getting bit.
i've never been called a coward
but i'm sensing it's the start of it.