...blank page syndrome...
The spot i stood Now my head is hefty was the full stop i put last time Eyes shut to shun the blank page it grew beneath my feet no spark, stimuli, or catalyst like a puddle of dirty water Can everything be so dull ? Framing sentences in mind My pen became a dart & phrases floating like clouds The pages floated as boats But no two words would link The dictionary, mere paper weight To any strings that I knew And table a place i slept The urge to write something I couldn't see myself write Gushed to me like a muscle routine Shall it be this way forever ? But when I wrote its was a leisurely Suffering from blank page syndrome A Cardio - spiritual journey An amat