paralysis
i stare at these white pages
devestated
shattered because
i can’t muster up the courage
just to write
so tired
mind so empty
yet busy at the same time
too distorted to make rhymes
too tortured to get out of bed
both from my mental and physical
stunted on both fronts
yet i yearn to spread ink
across this white abyss
so here i lay
writing about what plagues me
to push me forward onto the next