PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I am for the first time in my lopsided little world
experiencing some turbulence
known more commonly as writer's block
though to myself it is anything but a so noted
shock
there are often times when I would rather write
my little scribbles than sleep
I know it's hard to take in but yes, my darkest
feelings do run just that deep
I have never been formally trained
I can only write about what I know and over the
years about what I have obtained
every time I write a line a small piece of me gets
systematically slain
but for everything lost I know something more in its
place is gained
my interest in life has dwindled with the day's
casual passing but the question is still floating
around in my head
to whom is my work the most harassing
myself or outside forces
I cannot really help it where my words lead
I am only so capable within the collection of the
thoughts and at hand resources
there is only one correct answer and truth is not
always the easiest choice
each of us has to make some sort of decision
every time we use our voice
there are not many men left about openly looking
for a green eyed Sagittarius
so you can see my current situation is most
unusual and quite precarious
everyday we look for another rule that we can
freely break
we only give to live, just as we falsify ourselves
if we must when we're on the take
sense is not the easiest thing in the world to make
I may not be all that I seem
actually I'm much more
but make note that I am no fake
I love it when great lines come to me quickly
I am easy to get along with accept when
I am made angry
then I become quite prickly
here lately, I write so very often and so, so much
it comes so easy to me like one's sense of smell
or touch
some would say I use it often as a crutch
but I don't believe that to be the case, not as such
as I leave you with these sated thoughts my pen in
my hand I determinedly clutch..............
(written June 5,1991)