Im sittin with pen brandished,
tryna release some written anguish
But it seems my pens bled dry,
and each of my thoughts have vanished
Its the worst feeling,
i cant jot what i wnt to say down
so im forced to take out my mood Swings
at the local Playground
searching for inspiration,
tryna think outside the box
wishing someone would give me directions
on how to escape from Writers Block
Mind tied in knots,
but the lines wont combine or connect
i cant express how im feeling,
remain trapped in a Vortex
staring at a blank page,
not knowing where to start from
considering climbing a building,
and waiting for The Jump Off


^ It was me up to there Trill. .