A Blocked Lyricism

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Thanks as always, Nujabes, for being a constant companion to a writer manqué in the early hours of the morning.

Its 2am, and yet why the words do not come to me?

Something must be holding me back.

Look deep, look hard.

Its the silence of a void.

 

Its 4am, but now the letters are starting to appear.

Something about this block is moving me far.

Looking hard, looking deep,

Its the sound of a genesis.

 

Block, Block, Block.

Its every writer’s worst nightmare.

Draft, Draft, Draft.

Its every author’s toil for completion.

 

You edit, you censor, you delete.

The words come and go.

You amend, you rearrange, you publish. 

A writer’s work is never done, until the mind is empty.

 

There’s satisfaction in seeing a final draft.

But never any for a published work.

There’s happiness in seeing a conclusion.

But never any in the journey.

 

This is a writer’s grind.

The burden of all those who use pen and paper.

This is the telling of a story,

But will it ever get told to others?

 

Block, Block, Block.

Its every writer’s worst nightmare.

Draft, Draft, Draft.

Its every author’s toil for completion.

 

You edit, you censor, you delete.

The words come and go.

You amend, you rearrange, you publish. 

A writer’s work is never done, until the mind is empty.

 

Once thoughts appear,

You are a slave forever.

Be servile, to the idea,

That there is relief in such magic.

 

Fingers to the bone.

Mind slow and weary.

Swimming in tangents.

Struggling to get back on track.

 

Block, Block, Block.

Its every writer’s worst nightmare.

Draft, Draft, Draft.

Its every author’s toil for completion.

 

You edit, you censor, you delete.

The words come and go.

You amend, you rearrange, you publish. 

A writer’s work is never done, until the mind is empty.

 

Author’s Note:

This represents my first raw, and extremely unpolished idea for a poem/song lyric about writer’s block. I felt a desperate need to write, but didn’t know what I wanted to talk about.

But then I remember how much I love to talk about writer’s block and my ever slow interest in poetry. I thought I would give it a try, and see what would come out it.

I ended up listening to Nujabes, so it turned into something you might see if you read a song lyrics about writer’s block.

Hope it proved somewhat interesting.

It was made in 10 minutes.

~Damocles.

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