Collection of the dark days

Writers block

It's interesting when
all you want to do is write
But your mind can't
form a single sentence.
It's like being so pissed
off but you can't
scream.
Like having a constant treadmill of
words one day, then the next
nothing.
Even some of the greats
Bukouski in all of his honesty
Poe in all of his sadness
T.S.Eliot in all of ... himself
Can't cure this
Instead all I have are questions


Why
Can't I get mad?
Can't I scream?
Did these situations happen to me?
Am I so shitty?
Did I stay?


Who
Am I?
Will I become?
Was that poor soul really?
Is the reason why I can't sleep?
Are my demons?


What
Is wrong with me?
Is right with me?
Am I doing?
Does that bitch hate me for?
Is the point to this?


When
Will I be okay?
Will I get what I so obviously need?
Will we finally be free of here?
Do the nightmares end?
Will I stop seeing her face?


Where
Is my ambition?
Did my hero go?
Did my childhood go?
Is my life going?
Will I be safe from him?


It's interesting to think
that I have far more and far darker
questions than those.
But it's even more interesting
That all of these
56 lines came
from one case of writers block
& my inability to
sleep.