For the first time, in a long time
I remember why I began to rhyme
I remember the feeling it makes me feel
How when I need healing it helps me heal

The scritch-scratch of my pencil
Attacking the paper
The screams of my words
Running from the eraser

The rustling of pages
Looking for words that sound right
Like actors on stages
Mesmerized by the light
The crowd, the people, the eyes
The music fades, the excitement dies
SILENCE

So this is what they call writer's block
It's like my soul has the words
And my brain has just stopped
But my pencil keeps going
Nothing makes sense but the words keep flowing
The paper fills up to the brim with nonsense
It feels real heavy but there's no content