Lost

A piece about writer's block.

Fingers tied in knots

Lips stitched shut

I lose the means to

            Transmute what exists

            In my mind

Onto paper.

Nothing else matters.

Is this some form

Of cruel punishment?

A pestilence sent

Upon my flesh.

Have I not already

Paid my dues

With the only skill I hold?

 

 

Reviews

[Que]

I really like this. It is seemingly dramatic (considering what it's about), but in reality the frustration can get to be so great when one can't find the right words. :)
One verse I didn't understand though was the "Nothing else matters". I understand that it means that nothing besides getting the words on paper matters, but it seems to be just thrown in between the other two segments of the poem, sort of cutting between the introduction and the claiming the unfairness of what is happening.
Either way, great job :)

ps. Yesterday I'd written this really really long review on a short story of yours but when I clicked the submit review button it vanished completely. I didn't have the time (nor exactly the will, lol) to rewrite it, but I'll see if I have time tomorrow maybe to review it again anyway.
Cheers.