Words fail.
Can't express.
Broken links, undefined meanings.
Sentences falter,
As I fucking can't express.
Thousands ideas,
Millions words.
But I fucking can't connect.
Be it fairy tales,
Or realistic ends.
I can't ink.
Fragments of imagination,
All fading away.
Chain of thoughts,
All severed.
Miss the days,
When I created,
Stories.
The nib is broken.
The ink has run out.
The strength of words,
All lost.
Author's Note: Writer's Block. It literally sucks. Especially when you depend so much on penning your feeling or your emotions down and then suddenly, you can't write or express. It's so tiring, not able to write. You got ideas, but you cannot form words, a link to create a tales. Drafts keep piling up. Unfinished tales. The desire to create something is still there, but I don't know why I can't. Signing off till then and thanks for sticking!