A desperate attempt to break the block that stands threatening my words. For whatever its worth.
Here. Now.
From the drivel here,
From the stupor now,
I pause to ink. I think. And think.
Wordless.
Thoughtless.
Pointless.
I got here with an aim,
I sit now with no game.
From the ripple here,
In this downpour now,
I rise to stink. I blink. And shrink.
Clueless.
Mindless.
Meaningless.
I sit here to create a thought,
I stand soiled in this messy drought.
On with my ramble here,
Done with my rant now,
I begin to sink. Sink. And sink.
Careless.
Reckless.
Hopeless.
I burn in my defeat here.
I churn out a…piece, somehow…
Somehow.
Somehow!

4 reflections:
very good one :)
@Sidd
Thanks mate. :) Great to see u here!
Cheers
beautifully tragic :( ...or tragicaly beautiful?
@guest
Thank you. And sorry about the delayed response.
SK
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