Writer’s Block

Fuck! What I write can’t come out now, can’t come out from my brain now,

it’s insane how it works now,

like, like, like, when I’m in a good place now,

the spark is gone, there’s no surge of energy to push me, push me forward into,

into creativity that brings me to purge every feeling that I’m feeling at the time, all the time,

all over YOU,

fuck, is that the truth?

Am I at my best when I’m sad or am I just crazy?

Like, like, like, it’s all become so hazy and it’s because there’s nothing wrong right now,

pfft, that is, at least for now - I think, I think that might be it.

Fuck, I’m an idiot, but I’ll just admit it, that right now, it’s just not coming out now,

my writing, the surge, the purge, it’s not there now.

Fuck!