If I am in a slump,
Should I force myself to write?
When the words do not materialize into the physical realm
And my thoughts become muddled by the constant ringing of empty imagery
Should I sit down and stare at a blank page?
Hoping a spark starts a wild fire of expression
Blazing words across acres of desolate plains
Enough to fill a plethora of tomes and then some
Should I continue to scribble down nonsense?
As the words that become one with the page
Are mere imitations of pieces I have already written
Except seeming desperate and soulless comparatively
Why should I allow my eyes to go sore at the blinding whites of a pale page?
Straining them as the sun turns over and the light grows no more
This feeling as a writer is unbearable
The helplessness of not knowing when words will flow with ease again
Brings displeasure that leads to harsher criticism towards the lack of progress before me
So,
The question remains if what I am doing will get me out of this rut...
Should I force myself to write?
©kamen1
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