Writer's Block

I have a literary blood clot

That is impeding my ability

To write the words I desire

Instead, my heart and head

Swirl across the pages

Unable to put the cork

Back into the bottle

My love spills out everywhere

My sadness permeates cyberspace

And it does little to ease my mind

Loneliness approaches too quickly

A day, even less than, and I am alone

The people that make me feel safe

Spread far and wide

They answer the calls

They listen to my crazy

They calm my soul

But when night falls

There is no longer someone to hold

No legs intertwined

Silence

And a bed all to myself

Where I will still be stuck

Writing anything but what I should...