Writers Block...

Writers block
Sudden shock
Words are like
Blood from a rock.

Inner pain
Seems to reign
Rains on me
Dark clouds again.

Pen to paper
Therapy
Spew the pain
That poisons me.

Poison sickness
Does not bode well
some days heaven
Most days hell.

The high and low
And in-between
Stay in bed
And live the dream.

Is it good to live this way?
I’m sure it’s not, it’s not OK.
But things can change, I have to say
Gone tomorrow, here today.