It's hard to write
when all I see
is dark and night
distorted light
a new canvass lays before me
but Im unworthy of it
I stare with a passion
longing for inspiration
and still, see nothing
These tears fall
and yet I don't know
what they're falling for
lack of originality
change of mentality
a mind jumbled
as I've stumbled
to catch a shine
and still no vision 
the bonds are cut
where sense was last seen
and still this soul
tries to redeem itself
paralysis of thought
struggling to find
a way to portray
explicitly
these feelings
that have rendered me 
speechless
numb in mind
so why try
to put them down
when I can't avoid
this block in my way.

Written by Roselia