Jesse Tampa

Rookie - 3 Points (February 4th 1988 / Davis Island)

Writers Cube - Poem by Jesse Tampa

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


Comments about Writers Cube by Jesse Tampa

  • (12/19/2008 8:42:00 PM)

    Wonderful extension of the idea of Writers Block! Nicely done. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 19, 2008

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