I feel I’ve hit a solid wall,
the inspiration will not come
The more I sit here and stall,
the greater I become more numb.
I need to stop and drink,
copious amounts of tea,
then immerse myself and think,
about where I want to be.
Have I lost my creativity,
To instigate and plot a story?
Or will I regain my proclivity,
to Imagine and end this purgatory?
This writers block has been extreme.
I pray this is just an awful dream.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/January/2019