I want to write.
I really do, but blank pages keep blocking me from pulling through.
So I’m reduced to this,
That don’t really make any sense.
This is how I write when I can’t,
Skipping lines to start new sentences,
Hoping the next one compliments the prior.
However now looking at this post,
I’m feeling no more, but less than a writer
(Anyone else see the rhyme there?
No? Just as well, I’m not writing for a prize).
I’d hoped to write something strong,
A long prosaic piece on the super powers of those called ‘mentally ill’
But documents lost and motivation strayed
Somehow sucked all my time away
(Did that rhyme? I don’t know anymore,
I’m just gonna keep writing a little more).
I’d apologize for this post being out of place
But this is my blog to begin with.
So enjoy my thoughts,
As I write the way my mind wanders and strays,
Maybe my words will get better,
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