No Inspiration

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I am sinking into the deep abyss called writers block,
I have so many thoughts, so many ideas;

But they are fleeting.

They are refusing to be captured.
It’s like trying to catch smoke or chase a shadow.

My thoughts are sinking deep into the ocean,
Sinking slowly with them, I can’t breathe.

Trying to stay afloat, trying to hold on to a single thought;
But it is slipping away.

My arms are tired,
My legs are jelly.
My lungs are filling with water,
My mind is blank.

Is this what it feels like to not be a writer?

Tania Caan 2020