Unknown

Here I sit… with a blank page
Peering into the unknown…
Wishing words would flow
Just as they have done before
Flowing from me…
From the deep unknown
But here I am sulking
Wishing…
Dreaming…
Waiting…
For the words to rush to me
And break down the dam…
Letting my poetic mind
Rest at ease
For I have finally found…
What can be written to ease my mind…

I love her
I want her back
But to be with her would destroy me
To hold her kills me
Knowing the truth of my longing
All I want to give her is a way out
A way to save her from the hell she is living…
She cries saying that she wishes she never left me
And I cry for the cause…
She says I am not happy
Cause the writers block has stolen my mind

And now here I sit
Pining and praying…
For the unknown to break away…
I hate this block
I hate this dam…
Words rushing…
But never flowing…
From the dam of the unknown