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.
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A Collection of Poetry Book Two
PoetryPoetry ranging from free verse to rhyme. There are many topics most of which derived from personal experiences. Contains 100 poems. {Poetry / Short Story}