Dealing with a case,
Of writers block.
I don't know what to say-
Or to whom the words belong...
All that comes through,
Is weak-connected dots...
...My minds at a stall...
So many questions,
What of answers-resolved?
Where have they gone?
i'm feeling diluted...
But as is for any hurdle-
It's obstacle in time,
Whispers an unwanted hello
As we anticipate for it to go,
And pass, a-good-by...
