WRITER’S BLOCK

Those eloquent words of love and longing
Which I once expressed so freely
Have now become lost to me,
And in spite of all my best efforts,
I can no longer find the rhythm I once possessed.
At one time in my life, not so long ago,
I could release an endless flow of words,
And through them, transfer my thoughts,
My desires, and my emotions, onto paper
So that all may share my deepest feelings.
Now it seems to take so much effort,
Where before I could write so openly and easily,
Not like the constant struggle I experience
Each time I feel the desire to express myself.
I can no longer transfer my emotions
As I once did, without thought.
Perhaps in time, I’ll learn to overcome
The obstacles which presently prevent me
From fulfilling my dreams and desires,
But for now I’ll simply mourn my loss
Alone.

June 1, 1984

© 2010 – 2011, Steven R. Drennon. All rights reserved.

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