Ode to Writer's Block

[Guest Tek Chaos]

Ode to Writer’s Block

 

Whispers, shouts, dreams that be,

I dare thee all, speak to me!

My mind is gone, overrun with naught,

I cannot hold what I have caught.

 

Oh! Alas! Must it be today?

Why dost thou treat me this way?

Here before me but a minute before,

I am lost now, without encore.

 

My brain is lost, but my fingers clear,

I had within, an idea sincere.

Torture to know, what I do not,

Memories of memories, perpetually sought.

 

Whispers, shouts, dreams that be,

Ironic that, your plan I see.

Thou will speak, to me quite plain,

Keeping me, madly sane...

 

Tomorrow.

[Nyyark]

Neato! I like this alot. Very clever and well written.