I cannot think of anything to say
even anything to write
My mind has break away
and I lost my might
I lost my inspiration
which is ironic, cause I never had one to begin with
Seeking myself a retribution
is useless and is not worth it
I tried talking to people
but It only made me worse
my mind cannot ensemble
thoughts I cannot reverse
but people are just the worst
Walk the garden they say
but who in the right mind
would walk in a garden anyway
especially when it's night
some say I should read
Which is plausible cause I might have ADHD
I can't resort to cheap tricks
like how I always do
say a deep word or awesome one the clicks
then just make a free verse sillhetto
An essay or poem I cannot make such
as the words are out of touch
Which makes this poem ironic
Cause I made them at this state
Some may conclude this is oxymoronic
But writer's block is something I hate
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