One experience of writers block.

Sometimes I stare at you

unable to express

all the inner turmoil

of a life with no rest

Your blankness draws me in

beckoning that I birth



to relieve the burden

of drowning

drowning in silence of words unspoken

Can you take my hand

hold my trembling body

as I climb one more futile mountain

in vain

just to survive an existence

so full of pain

Submitted: August 06, 2013

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I liked this, but, you must use comers and full stops, when writing, well done.

Tue, August 6th, 2013 9:50am

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