By Karun Balarajan
Swirling confusion inside my brain
Rubbing my frontal lobe to bring disdain
Blank slates and filled pens
Insides are just like agitated hens
Tropes and Ideas done to death
Seldom new comes from my breath
Words and phrases getting clogged
The flow of the river has been blocked
Mind berating me for no work
Pressuring me to be a clerk
Stuck with no ideas and a thought
But there is hope for the success I sought
By Karun Balarajan
Your words really bring the emotion out when someone reads... Great work.
On point. Suffer from it a lot.
Good work, the struggle is real.