Blocked

Type something, anything.

Something real,

something worthy,

anything.

Let the words flow like they used to

break the blockade.

Find the words that convey the pain,

the loneliness of life,

the never-ending grief that is drowning the light,

anything...

Did the words fail?

Did they abandon you too?

Is the journey at a crossroads?

Where is the next chapter?

Every inch taken is blocked by my reflection,

one I have chosen to avoid constantly,

one that has shown me why I can't find the words anymore.

The words don't flow anymore,

and I am lost in my own world of silence.