Writer's Block, a confession.
I try to renew Outdo myself But there exist So many gems That make me love the Grit of places I’ve never even been Detroit, Naples What is there to add I try to squeeze All that has passed Into these lines But seismic change Does not bend Or lend itself To verse or rhyme Where would I begin I used to fix a good drink Pour myself out With spirit and tonic A bittersweet blend Make ‘em laugh Make amends My throat is dry today What is there to say
Personally... if I'm trying to find a voice, I first try to listen. And sometimes, nothing needs saying.
Great Post Lail.
John Lennon's Nowhere Man started in similar feelings of frustration.