Blocked

I put the feeling of writer's block into words. At least, that's how it feels for me. Keep Doing You.

There’s a feeling
I can’t as yet describe

The feeling I feel
When I say a word
And it doesn’t resonate
With my being
When I try to weave words into a pattern
And they fall flat
Into a shapeless mess

There’s a feeling
I can’t as yet define
It’s the way I feel
When my pencil
Is tap tap tapping on the page
Begging a single word to flow
When I try to be creative
But end up being destructive

There’s a feeling
I can’t as yet give a name
It’s the ache I feel in my soul
When I mention a word
And the sound returns
Hollow and without echo
It’s the despondency in my spirit
When words fail me

There’s a feeling
I can’t as yet name
It’s a part of me so often
I wonder if it’s not my default setting
I throw the words
And they don’t bounce back
The music does not strike a chord
The sounds are a cacophony
And the colours are just visual noise

There’s a feeling I feel
When I feel useless
There’s a block in my mind
There’s a stopper in my soul
There’s a blindfold on my vision
Nothing makes sense
Nothing feels right
Nothing sounds right

There’s a feeling I feel
That I hate feeling
It’s the feeling I feel
When I cannot write