Unfinished

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…