I'm in the metaphorical poet toliet with no production function.




Uptight: I Can't Write

I just can't write.

I just can't.

That's all I can type

I just can't write.

 

I've gone this far

Peck out black letters on white

Tried to feel all something

But I just can't write.

 

I'ts like trying to be a thinker

Without a thought

Like trying to do a hanging

Without a knot

 

Now here I am at the end 

The finish lines are in sight

There's nothing else

So good night...

 

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Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-07-08 at 06:07

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Haha Guess this happens with everyone
2016-07-08


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I have been like that for the last week. Nice rhymes :)
2016-07-08



Haha painful and humorous at the same time. Never has self loathing been written so humorously. Bravo
2016-07-08