Writer's Block

Trying to escape

From the pad-locked poet's mind

Is a freshly invented idea

Genius and worthy of being written

And exposed to the lengths of the Earth.

Crafty like a locksmith

Or a black suited thief

The idea breaks free from the mind

But however free and clear it may be

It has already lost its edginess

During the escaping struggle.

Translated incorrectly on synapses

While traveling the labyrinth of creativity

It transforms into a different idea

Whose version is mediocre at best

Solely worthy of a trashcan

Try after try is made

To transfer this idea to paper

Futile in their existance

For this inspiring idea is cursed

By the wicked witch of poetry

Writer's Block.

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kerry's picture

I love it, and share your pain :)