I have struggled to write recently. Occasionally words come but not as freely as they used too and I miss them.
Lost For Words
There is an absence
a black bubble
that I circumnavigate.
I push it gently.
Are they in there -
the words I need?
They once filled the spaces
in my mind.
Occupying every cupboard and corner.
Under the bed,
in the nook,
every inch took-up
with nouns, adjectives
and powerful verbs.
Now they tease me with
with their absence.
And I feel
unknown,
uncharted,
uncompromising
loneliness.
Ali you are not on your own. 😶
I read your words
I felt the pain
I’m sure you’re thinking
“will they ever come again?”
the sadness you evoked
upon my pc screen
the place you took me
made me want to write
don’t worry Ali
there is no fight
those words you wrote
they came alive.
Ali, Even with what you may claim to have is writers' block, you still express yourself poetically.