In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ready, Set, Done!.”
(Written in exactly under 10 minutes.)
Nightmare of Writing
Pick up the pen,
And I managed to drop the hungry paper.
It feeds on words like no other,
But I’m always the one with a blank canvas for a mind,
Ever felt like that before?
Idea’s spiralling like a whirlpool,
Then never there when actually needed.
Sitting an exam. Dang, I’ve got nothing.
Writing a post. Damn, I’ve got nothing.
Blank paper filled with whiteness,
The colour, pencil or pen, hasn’t even touched it.
Gripping, trying to come up with at least a line,
A start off – then to keep going with the rhyme,
Never happening, I swear down words have got something …
Against me. Losing my mind, I’m hunting for a dime,
Paper crumpled down, either invisible ideas or nothing,
At all – I don’t have anything.
Nothing. I have a damn empty canvas of a mind.
Nightmare like Jack the Ripper,
Life’s mission, now failing. There’s nothing –
Nothing else for me. Screaming,
Can’t do this anymore, cause writing is a nightmare,
Something I can’t do. However, hard pushed or shoved,
Nothing can compete, I’m never complete.
It’s the nightmare of writing. Paper’s still hungry.