Frustrations of a Writer

Joseyphina's World

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Emptyheaded;
So quiet in there;
Wondering where all the loud thoughts disappeared to;
Can’t seem to find a single stray thought to hold on to;
As if they are hiding away from me;
Afraid of what I’d do to them;
The silence is deafening;
Even with music in my ears;
It feels like it’s playing into a vacuum;
Hitting the walls of the brain;
And bouncing right back to me;
But there are a lot to think about!
Why, did my mind go on break without telling me?
How is that even possible?
Hello, are you there?
Don’t bail on me right now;
I have time now to write;
But you are not giving me anything;
The harder I search;
The farther the ideas flee away;
I know you’re there;
I just can’t touch you right now;
Maybe I should just leave you alone;
And wait till…