Writer's Block (Chase Miller - New Orleans, LA)

I just need to write something.

Ideas bubbling under the surface,

Ready to have their souls bared on a blank page.

If only my mind was ready to release them from their captivity.

I just need to write something.

Today I shared a poem I was able to get out,

Praises from their readers shocked me

like a surprise firework in the night sky.

Those technicolor sparks brimming with

a shred of hope and a bounty of expectation.

I just need to write something.

My creativity is a cancer and I its unwitting victim.

When finally I'm aware, its murderous clutches have already found me.

My heart pounds in fear, my sanity on the haggard fringes.

I just need to write something.

Questions swarm around me, watching their prey

as they prepare to take me away from this place of terror.

Will I ever fly away from this turbulent storm?

I just need to write something.

I crave peace, I crave escape,

My soul ragged from its marathon of possibility.

Maybe the time has come, maybe I can finally be free.

I just need to write something.

The dark metal in front of me has a soft voice,

It whispers honeyed words of deadly calm.

One more thought, one more spark,

I have won, the ceaseless chatter is coming to its final end.

At last I can drown in my own tranquil darkness.

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