Writer's Block

Dawn scratched the surface of darkness,

but to no avail!

Winter had set in fast and cold,

summer was a dream.

the smell of ink intoxicating!

the scent of failure nauseating!

chains -of -words -formed -on -paper,

broke-

              -when-

                              -hung-

                                           - together.

senseless and meaningless!

such acute loneliness!

lost speech! Expressionless!

A mad rush to j u m p 

and fill the blanks,

this mind was such a treasure.

Bullets were put to silence the buzz.

talent bled to death,

but the Name kept on selling.