Writer's Block Poem by Christian Guild

I can’t write today,
Or yesterday,
Or the day before.

I've been stuck in the city,
When I've wanted to go to the country.
I've been sitting in a car,
Instead of flying in a plane.
I've not been able to write,
I've been blocked.

The words have ran from my head.
Ran to a place I've never been,
Ran to a place I can’t reach,
Ran from my grip,
They have left for what seems an eternity.

I need my letters back.
I need my numbers back.
I need my freedom of writing back.