Lack of motivation, dammit
you seem to always
haunt, disturb me
giving me reasons
no, false ideas
as to why I should throw
all my talent aside and say
"eff this noise, I'm gonna nap".
Alive, I don't feel like it
having dreams of crying
something is up
but the thing has no name
it is there, a spectre
and thy name is not
Writer's Block!
but who or what are you
spectre?
You have the shape of me
the voice of me
but not the words of me.
Arrows of fire will
hit your forehead
anyway.
Eff this noise, I'm gonna nap.
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