Another one about general writers block , I get it for weeks at a time and then when I finally can - it feels like it's all rubbish , this was written after one of these episodes , I hope it's alright ...
Why don't the words leap from my pen ?
Why do they fall in jagged chunks from my mouth ?
Why can I not convey
Quite what I want to say ?
Doctors have a term for it
This " social anxiety "
This mixing of dictionaries and their unpredictable outcome
Mine are the best to hear - they cannot be outdone
Letters are repeated over and over
Their patience is wearing
Closer and closer
Get it together
Get it together
Spit out the words that are there
Hope they kind of make sense
Hope they're not too flawed
Sudden realisation it dawns
That one was especially bad
That odd mix
Of vowels and consonant
That cake mix gone wrong
As the beauty deflates
I opened the door again too soon
It's a chemistry
It really is
One element makes it right
One degree makes it wrong
I walk the line
Of poetry and description
Wearing the shackles of anxiety
Made to lay in the bed of words
To toss and turn amongst other inmates
Other poets who aren't quite sure what they're saying either
Who trip and stumble over their syllables
Who look sideways in that " damn I went wrong " way
Who let out that sigh
We can never be happy with what we write
It's the one trait common among us all
Just keep that line in sight
And pray that none of us fall
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The Big Book of Poems
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