
Writer’s Block
A lyrical plea
to the face facing me
A farce of a face
you cannot replace
Stuck forever in stone
in this hard place alone
This is the plank I walk from
Broken steel
in the eye of a storm
Blinded by wind
My mind is formed
Where’d it go?
Was it lost in the mail?
When I sang a notion
Over enveloping oceans
Forwarded on the backs of snails
The stinging trail of slime
Stuck in the soles of my feet
Bitterness fades with the sublime
But why do warriors retreat?
Cut open clouds
Wash the weak and loud
Leaving only the surgeon’s songs
Dissected with a sword
To play the only cord
That you think belongs
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