A few days it’s been

No writing a sin

My world without

Ideas, leaving me stranded

In time & lack of ability

Will I ever feel again

The desire to compose

Will I ever feel again the accomplishment

When will I feel again the ability to transpose

My thoughts to paper

As I go through the throes

Of inability to express thoughts

Thoughts that build up in the inner reaches of my mind

Also of sight of the perfect hind

I find my vascular vessels empty of astuteness

My mind beyond that of comprehension & capability

Lost on a lengthy sea lacking creativity

Where will it all end, when will I find relief

Is there a psychiatrist in the house

Someone to kick start my competence

And end this feeling of morbidity…

© em ~ 5/15/12