The Fright

I wake up and see nothingness
Feel flustered and breathless

My heart starts pumping so loud
That’s the same as feeling you are in a shroud

I toss my hands, feeling my way all around
My nose twitching, just like a bloodhound

Just when I thought all was lost, I had lost my mind
Just when I thought I had suddenly become blind

I realised I had slept with an eye mask all night
I realised what a fool I had been, had such a fright!

For the past week, I have been really struggling to write quality content. I have ideas, but when I start writing, everything seems to fizzle out. This poem is inspired by my struggles.

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Writer’s Block

I sit in front of my laptop, staring intently at the blank screen
Peering and poring over it, hoping to form words that come to mean

Sometimes I get a glimmer of an idea
It flits and floats, as if doing the cha-cha

The idea proves as elusive as a scent in the air
Trying to locate it proves to be as difficult as a prayer

I try to sip some coffee hoping for a spark
To ignite those neurons, fire up the quark

But words are still playing hide-and-seek with me
Wonder when they will give up and come to me?