Writer's Block
The words are gone
Originality slips into the past
Wisps of forgotten perfume in someone else's nose
Why do I cry?
Why do I smile?
Why am I silent?
I want her to know
that I want her to know
Since she already knows
But the words have all been used
Afraid to attach my name
to someone else's brilliance
or to my own...
Not good enough
Must be good enough
"You already are"
No...
Not her that makes me inferior
She knows what I want to say
She knows I want to say it
Held mute by the darkness
Unsure, frightened, all-powerful
The force holds me back from my greatest desire
Torture
Horrible, delicious, silent torture
Screams echoing in the hollow cavern of my soul
Inflicted by someone who knows how to hurt
Me
July 23, 1998