I should be using this week to shine but I can't seem to find anything to write on....wow....writer's block It's Like... Memories rush to and fro, Images bounce, The ones I already know... The ones that the lines, Have heard time after time, And there is no need to rewind. I may seem like I have issues, And problems to vent about galore, But I think it is a real problem, When you realise that the page, Heard them all before. The page didn't reject it, But my feelings, Have not been positively affected, Even after I've had my release. I'm still holding on to my soul's every word, Trying to find inner peace. It's like... where's the new experience, the inspiration, the new interest, The new focus of my write, If not with my eyes, Then at least give me some insight.... And make sure it is prophetic... Or do I have to go out myself and get it? It's like....that.... Birthed out of my writer's block.