This statement I claim as my own.
I am that walking catastrophe.
in a state of atrophy.
Hear the cackles full of apathy.
I write no more for pleasure
I write more for no pleasure.
I’m wasted to academic response.
The demise of a writer in brogues set onto the scribes chopping board
They who live in annus miribilis mocking bird world.
Woken by the chirp about Motivation Monday.
The latest politician to fall into a blunder.
Cordoned off by the first sizzle of thunder.
I dissociate from a time I could
words from my heart and mind
They over spilled
Displayed into an array of shapely snowflakes
like a Costa ‘s coffee hallmark.
Glug down on the dawn of the frosty festival of the dead
in a town close to the Pennines-
A place I see as lost to me.
Improve to be a better person,
This is my woe.
I am ungirthed
upon a spit fire roasting.
A moaning myrtle.
vacant & blocked up with yesterdays cum
By Yadda Yoda .
A geek to my own fatal flaw.
I am a whore — seeking out the currency of words.
If I could scream out his name,
Would he bathe me in white milk and entice me to indulge in my favorite parlor game?
This is a back drop.
A mood scape.
I’m an archetype of a blind fate.
If my story could end,
Would I be saved by a lamp to fulfill my true destiny?
Garnish my blistered thoughts in scabs of Hope
That I may find clarity
in my infinite notion of self worthlessness ?
Disparaged by hypo-manic thoughts-
Goaded in to a contemplative state
sat on the floor
Coloring in books
I’m hiding from myself.
Write to recover or die trying to be another
A better self
One more at peace away from this tumultuous existence
These are my words.
atrophyat·ro·phy | \ˈa-trə-fē \plural atrophies
Definition of atrophy
1: decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue atrophy of musclesalso : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant
2: a wasting away or progressive decline It was not a solitude of atrophy, of negation, but of perpetual flowering.— Willa Catheran atrophy of imagination.
*Writers block. I’ve restarted my final year of my Masters in Creative writing, I’m struggling to find my voice.