So my last poem
told you of my
experience with writer's block,
the experience I am having right now.
But oh wait, it is deeper than that.
The feeling I feel, the feeling inside my mind
that infectious thing, unable to be caught and
attacked, brought out of my mind, no,
things like that cannot happen unless
I somehow learn to make it so.
A/N
P.S. I forgot what this poem was about, so I just kept the draft I started. I wanted to give you guys a taste of what kind of random shiz I write down, you know, behind-the-scenes type stuff.
P.P.S. Jk I am just lazy af and really cannot remember what this poem was supposed to be about. I mean, I just don't know how I wanted it to continue or whatever, you feel me?
Dang it, I am even experiencing writer's block trying to make a poem about writer's block!