WRITERSBLOCK
Words pile like car accident
Thoughts overflow but something blocks it
Fear
Insecurity
Paper cuts his skin
It's a painful thing to have everything at your disposal and yet he cannot.
Something's stopping this beautiful birth of words
He knows if he does not unblock life won't live
Smashing trough letters and old work
Pushing through fear and insecurity
Paper cuts his skin but it does not matter
Ink or blood the story must be told.
Ball point or fingertip, either way, he shoots honest words with wide aim.
Sometimes the roadblocks, yet it's never the end of the road.
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PoetryA Poem about writing A poem about the beautiful distractions about the dedication and fear about writing and exposing your art
