A Collection of Poetry Book Two

Cobwebs

10-8-13

There are cobwebs in my head,

They make feel I'm dead.

I need to clean out the closet,

And make a new deposit.

I want to clear my mind,

And start a new design.

I'm losing inspiration,

And gaining desperation.

The cobwebs feel stuck,

Like there is some muck.

I can't escape my mind,

There are words I need to find.

I try to use my imagination,

But I can't fire the gun.

These cobwebs in my head,

They feel me with dread.

I feel I lost my spark,

And can't leave a mark.

I'm facing writer's block,

I'm hitting a giant rock.

How can I make this stop?

Can I make it drop?

There are cobwebs in my head,

They make me feel I'm dead.