Writer’s Block

This barrier,

keeps me from myself.

Words fail to flow,

Like a dried up river,

They yearn to be whole again.

And it is then I know,

that even my thoughts have felt me alone,

like everyone else.

The cyclone in my head,

grows bigger and bigger,

with me, 

the victim,

stuck in its eye.

So lonely and numb.

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