I have words roaming in my head.
They just won't assemble for me to put them down on paper.
I want to write about so many things.
Different topics have lined up already in my head.
But every time I pick the pen to write.
The ink goes on an indefinite strike.
Am supposed to be a wordsmith.
Commanding words without feeling heat.
But these words won't answer to any of my order.
It seems, they've all rebelled.
The things I want to write about have become prisoners, crying for liberty.
As it is, am a superhero without his superpower.
I want to release these prisoners.
But the diction to engage are not forthcoming.
D