Rhymesicle – Stuck
I push and I pull
and I can’t seem to get myself out of this lull
which is quiet and empty
and full to the brim
With its loud rush of nothing looking gleefully grim.
It tears at me,
holds on tight, lets me go,
and I hastily sit there with nothing to show.
Forced to force myself forward,
make me finish what’s done,
then repeat it forever, yet accomplishing none
of the thousand and five hundred things, give or take,
which reside behind eyes idling wide awake.
I’ve done this before
so many times and will do many more,
yet I can’t overpower this weakness at all
and I drown in cement, in a grey ocean wall.
Just come out.
Get it out.
Rip it out of my head,
this obnoxiously nauseous subconscious dread
growing silently louder while it shrinks down my clock.
I’m successfully failing to move on from this block.