That awful feeling you get when you can't think of anything to write,
like your world isn't so bright and it's hard to see the light.
I feel like I'm a dragon slayer with no dragons.
Or a surfer with no waves,
I have nothing else left saved.
Is this a writers block?
I have to restock before my poem rhymes become locked.
The fear of not being able to write sinks my heart,
maybe my head needs a restart or I might fall apart.
My mind has betrayed me for no reason at all,
I can't believe I hit this steel wall.
I need to get over this or I will dissolved.
Why can't I even write a single line!
Is this so kind of sign?
Maybe this is a bad dream and I'll wake up just fine.
I can't quit writing I'll literally lose my mind,
why am I in this tight bind?
I feel like I have gone blind.
There is nothing I can do but wait out this firestorm,
just knock me out with some chloroform,
because when my rhymes start to come back I'm attacking the paper like a lightning storm
September.8,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem