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Blocked

By Josh Hornbeck

A crushing weight fills my chest –
How can I work in such conditions?
Sitting idly at my computer screen,
Finding letters and words to fill my page.

I can’t work in these conditions!
The clutter, chaos, and panic of my mind
Have kept my pages free of words and letters...
I’m a poseur pretending to write.

My mind is filled with cluttered, chaotic panic –
Will I ever be able to write again?
Or will I just pretend, a poseur to all –
Myself included – staring blankly at my screen.

I need to be able to write again.
Sitting idly is an option no more.
Working myself up, the blank screen stares back.
A crushing weight fills my chest...

(Posted 10/17/2009)