This is beyond frustrating T.T
Writers Block
A frustration in my head
So immense I can feel it
Like a physical block at the front of my mind
Keeping all thoughts and ideas behind imaginary walls
And I can steal a couple ideas
But none are what I need
And I try to write it out
With those little thoughts and ideas
But you'd be surprised
How strong imaginary walls are
So I wrote up three poems
And deleted them all in one go
So then I started typing again
Telling myself
'This will be the one!'
And started writing about the present
But I can't say it did anything
I'm still having this frustrating block