unsent draft messages

Writer’s block, writer’s block

One more try before my brain is locked

It’s like my mind clocked out

Got knocked out cold

No fresh ideas

They’re all covered in mould

Dusty and old

Brain is stuck and I can’t think straight

Don’t usually think

The pen doesn’t wait

It leaves my mind behind at the starting gate

Like it channels something else,

From a higher state

That tingly feeling

As the words gravitate down,

Or do I levitate up?

I’m not so sure

But there’s a disconnect,

A weak signal

Whatever it is, I’m left bereft

In a state of creative paralysis

Just rhyming out this analysis

It’s all the mind knows,

It’s trying its best

It knows how to structure,

But it can’t do the rest

I’ve lost it I think

Nothing is linking up

Can’t find the words

This is getting absurd

Can’t hide anymore

I’m unmasked

Can’t answer for myself

I don’t know what to say

Ironic I’m aware

Chronicling despair

Feels cold,

Feels naked

Forgot to rhyme

I’m disconnected..