By Darren Mei
Thoughts evade me
swirling around like
a boa constrictor,
circling its prey
Ideas are within reach,
but saunter away when I reach out
to grasp them
A large wall looms in the distance,
and as I strain my eyes I read,
W,R,I,T,E,R,S,
B,L,O,C,K.
No! I think.
I work my mind,
but the whirlstorm of ideas
stays penned behind the wall,
mocking me
Finally I surrender,
waving a white flag in my imaginary world,
while closing down an empty
Microsoft Word.
I guess I will just have to leave this for,
another day.
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