invisible ink lands on invisible pages

my mind shoots blanks into empty spaces..

the things that should be

could be

would be

are not

as i sit and stare at the spot

where my thoughts refuse to land..

holding this tool in my hand

fingers stuck to nothing

if i could just write something..

hearing a loud scrambled noise

within the void of absent expression..

my soul confessions’ fight to release

a peace that is only found

when a stanza is put down..

hollow echoes continue to bang around

in my head

instead of spilling into manuscript

this don’t make no sense..

too may days of mind haze

putting my pen in a crazy maze

of twisted letters..

can’t seem to get it together

and the thing that would make it all better

is blowing in stormy weather..

my creativity

is floating aimlessly..

give me an “a!”

give me a “b!”

give me a “c!”

give me a scribe to complete me!

all the things going on inside

continues to hide behind

a wall of confusion

and my eyes look intently at illusions

of the “soul train scramble board..”

how did this start?

when will it depart?

this unwanted

unnecessary

useless

writer’s block….

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