I have a block in my mind that weighs the rest of my body down
Until I am buried beneath the ground
Blinded by my apathy and self-doubt.
The block causes build up in my brain with random strains of words
That mean nothing–
It only cause my nerves to stay in the past tense of things
As I replay days over and over again
Until I feel sorry and sick
From my remembering and retelling of stories that have ended.
I don’t want any part of this collage of faulted thought,
But I can’t erase my mind block.
It overwhelms my ability to remove the piece stopping me
From moving forward–
So I am cursed to relive dead end passages
As I sink farther beneath the beginning.