Block

Time and time again
I seek and see
Ideas set free
And let loose to
Reveal.
I pray
And hope
This feeling will not
Fade
Because forever it feels
The block of a writer
Witholds a hungry man's meals.
Discouraged
Without a spark
Like an impatient log
Waiting to be lit.
Frustration
Brands my feet
And the sickness
From my heart
Is held within the confines
Of a mysterious authority
A hidden face
Bars are all around
My pen's rightful place.
I feel I will be
Insane by sunrise
I hope for
A spark,
A smile from morning,
But nothing appears
And I shake my head.
Faith slowly backs
Away from my heart
And a belief that
This
Is my calling
Reisdes far from
Me.
Attempt after
Attempt
Worthless.
The birth of
Inspiration
Is nonexistent.
I sit in a dark
Space and for what
A third party would call
Depression,
It's only what I feel.
It's a wish
To be numb with
Nothing
Because nothing right now
Is to be felt but
Anger and
Regret and
Sadness and
I hate
the feeling of
Madness
Yet it appears as if
It's my only charm.
I promised no harm
But it seems I lied
Because the thing keeping me sane
Apparently died
And I've tried time
And time again to revive
But nothing results
And regretfully
I cry
Out of
Anger
Sadness
Madness
and Hatred
Like my life is designed
To work for some time
Grant me happiness
And then resign,
My universe
Far from aligned.
Everything is far
From content but
I continue to fight
For what's mine
Because I'm entitled to
What everybody else witholds.
I'm strong and I am bold
So why can't I claim
That shiny gold?
Like you,
And you, and you,
I'll win too.
I'll keep trying,
Hope is never dying
Anytime soon.

xoxo