Wandering Scarlet

With No Clear Thought

writers block
stuffs your throat with a sock
makes the clock
go tick tock
my head as clever as a rock
my words trapped with a lock

disabled, it makes me cry
speechless till i die
but all i can do is sigh
and tell another lie
because i am far too shy
to tell them why

to them i said
that my talent was dead
even though i had read
a thousand books instead
as my heart falls like lead
like a snake, my emotions I'll shed
because i know in my head
not everything ends in red

i have nothing important to say
i scribble gibberish to this day
hoping my pathetic efforts will pay
so in my bed i lay
not feeling at all gay
my life becomes mere shades of gray...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 9, 2011

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Comments about With No Clear Thought by Wandering Scarlet

  • Helena Alvarez (4/24/2008 10:16:00 PM)

    i feel like this when i have writers block too, irritating isnt it?

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