There’s a space in my head that’s aching to be heard
an echoing want that fills my nostrils
with the bitter flavour of ineptitude.
A freezing silence follows when my mind fears to tread,
in a space so personal that my throat constricts my body heaves
and waves of inertia brake off my bow.
I am an open sore oozing my stagnant creativity
over the world, a grotesque monument to my own cowardice.
I slink into the shadows of a mundane existence
hoping like hell the small part that feels like home
will not desert me because of its under-use
and my abhorrence of well earned attention.
This is just a little something right out of my head. Not great I know but it says something about how I feel right now. Any comments would be good.
JC
I just know where you are coming from with this. Yes this is how it feels - like a blockage, painful almost, fearful definately - will it clear and come back.
ReplyDeleteIt is strange but you have almost described it in the way you described your recent illness (bad cold) to me - and it works in that physical blockage that pulls you down just like a heavy cold.
Just one negative though - take a look at the punctuation. There were places when I read it where I wanted to take a breath and thought it should be punctuated - otherwise I personally don't think it needs work - for a 'out of my head' piece I think it works.
Mog