No light at the end to think
Of this infinite tunnel further
A dribbling pen with dry ink
A piece of paper underwater
.
A cage surrounds my mind
Nowhere to stretch my legs
Metal bars restrain behind
No place for creative to extend
.
A simmered cold cup of coffee
Crumpled papers been tossed
Frustration builds inside thee
Scribbled thoughts been crossed
.
I reciprocate and designate
But puzzle pieces don't fit the slate
I try to accelerate and elevate
But end up with a brick wall state
.
Bland colours mixing stark greys
Fantasy worlds that actively decay
Black horrors and murky dark days
No stars left now for my soul to say
.
And idle mind hanging, a stalling stale thought
Pondering flowers that will never fully blossom
Quite ironic, that my halted ideas stuck in a rut
Hurts my head more than an active imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Catharsis | ×
Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
