I can’t seem to put two words together
as the writer’s block stands in the doorway
haunting every moment and chuckling
as I stare at an empty computer screen.
I try to stay two steps ahead of the grief
and if I stop to write then everything will
catch up and start pouring out on the screen,
leaving tear drops on the keys,
snot on shirt sleeves and swollen eyes
reflecting back from a darkened window.
Crying in bed only leads to tears in my ears,
yearning for comfort from persons who have moved on,
taking their big brown eyes back to their wives
leaving me stranded in my own pain,
hungry, looking for something to fill the emptiness,
even if just two words or three,
put together in a coherent form,
a solid sentence,
emotions moving from heart to screen.


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You wrote about it so beautifully