There where places and spaces
That intertwined within our existence
Just struck in the day to day- just uninspired.
May be this what they call writer’s block?
The stuck in your thoughts that keep repeating
The melody of your favorite song
Knowing every word in sequence-
Like the flashbacks where it was spilling into the present.
In moments where I was wondering
Whether or not I should be writing it down
As it continued in my own thoughts
Struck in a cycle of pain and grief and anger.