Blocked

There is really less to say,
I've written what I've had on my plate.
Writing was a filter for all my love.
But everything's already lifted into the sky above.

It's not that I've lost my love,
It's not that I can't write.
It's thinking of more things to say,
And saying it right.

I've been strewn down
Because of not knowing
What else to express.
I'm feeling empty and burdened,
Speechless and compressed.

Writer's block.
That's what this is.
Not knowing what to write,
Not knowing what else to express.
Speechless and compressed.

October 20, 2012