Barricade
Sometimes you’re just not in the headspace for a poem
You’re tired or stressed and the words just aren’t flowing
Commitments get piled on and eat up your time
And what should be an outpour morphs into a whine
In ten lines I wish I could describe a smile
In twenty lines recall fine moments as a child
In thirty lines gush at the scent of a woman
But stare into space and the words aren’t coming
Just write about anything
Talk about where you’re going
Just don’t write about how you can’t write a poem
Nytheone Matt 