Sta.sh
They say just to let the emotions flow,
Is the secret of poetry,
The art within the writing of words,
Of placing the letters, carefully,
Not to be shy of filling the blanks,
Just defining what you know,
To use your feelings,
And to decorate the sheets,
But how can I write,
When all I feel,
Was ripped away,
By a force that I cannot describe?
When my core is a void,
And I cannot avoid,
Feeling nothing at all...
How am I supposed to choose,
The words that used to come,
By night, my quiet saviours,
Now lost within my soul,
Empty eyes,
Roaming the sky,
Searching for...
For this feeling of inspiration,
That I once cursed,
But was blessed with,
Now that it's gone,
I disappear into myself,
No way to get rid of,
All this poison,
That was crammed down my throat,
Breathing hurts,
And without my words,
I'm nothing, just nothing at all,
I am no writer, no poet,
No artist anymore,
I might be able to place the letters,
In the right order,
It might look pretty,
But it lacks the emotion,
That makes writing words an art.
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What exactly do you like about this one?
How you treat writer's block.
Of course, that's is how it feels when you have writer's block, so I like it.
Haha, I found getting a hold on the block is my best way to treat it...
I find talking a walk around the block (literally) is the best way...