Writer's Block
I thought I was well driven
Too focused for pit stops
And my intent crystal clear
Yet I crashed, into writers block
Eager to answer, this passions clarion
Call
Dodging derailing distractions
Only to collide with this wall
Dedication? ,
Dead in the back.
Motivation? ,
Knocked out flat.
Focus? ,
Shattered like glass.
Fires of Passion burnt to tiny spark
I must strife! With every might
Also, push start my inner drive
To propel out of this artistic tide.
I must survive!
ReeZy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You make writer's block sound so beautiful