Killing Yourself to Live

Wall

Sometimes when I write,
A wall leaps in front of my way;
My mind freezes,
I lose it and snap my pencil,
And I get pissed off at the world again.

Inspiration has been murdered.
Motivation has commuted suicide.
The artist inside me hibernates.

I listen to poetry by other people,
And suddenly;
Words pop into my head,
And I write them down;
For you to read.

Writer's block is a vicious animal,
One that likes to hunt the strong.
It picks it's prey from afar before moving in,
For the kill.

Writer's block is my worst enemy,
How I would love to hunt it down;
And beat it to death,
Writers block is sadistic,
Writer's block is what kills artist;
Not emotions.
Not pain.
Death can't take artists from this world,
That's the job;
Of the malevolent writers block.