The Struggle
Staring at the blank screen
waiting for the army of words
to form a coherent sentence.
The delicate charm of a missing scene,
the rigid guards of the imagination
shielding the coveted entrance.
The void of my mind stares back at me,
long lost stories hiding behind
the facade of my wary consciousness.
I'm waiting for the tempest to catch me:
letters, words, sentences intertwined
diving into the sea of consonance.
