Blank paper
Dry pen
Words trapped in
Stuck in my head
Dying to break out
But to weak to escape
Coming back to craft
Uncrafty words laugh
Too new to make sense
Too forced to be right
Too wrong to write
Nothing left to like
No flow here
No words go there
Utter despair of this state
My words have no place
Forced to be confined
For days at a time
No lines breathe life
So why write?