Unfortunately, writer’s block has entered a writer’s dome of mind,
I pray the words engross me again, and I ask that you give it time
As soon as I think I have a story to tell
I attempt to write in the notes on my phone,
But end up trapped in a writer’s jail cell
I was waiting for experience to hit me hard
I was patiently waiting to express some emotional scars
Because I’m not the type to write out of the blue
Encountering certain things is what permits the pen to move
And recently, God’s will fell from the heavens above
His plans involved a man, His plans involved a man whom I love
This person of mines ended up getting sick
And it hit him so randomly, like a cluster of poisonous bricks
A detrimental illness, he suffered for one year, for twelve months
I believe you can guess which illness it is
I can confidently say it’s certainly the worst one
When I’m fully equipped to share the rest of my soul
I pray God gives me words and the strength
To artistically communicate, what the world needs to know
Wait for it…