A villanelle on writers block
My brain's neurons are pumping blood deep,
To bleed my pains in the tune,
I wish to clean my mind to bleep,
Endeavouring badly to eliminate the weep,
But the blemish left me alone on the moon,
My brain's neurons are pumping blood deep,
Expect to unveil my existence of free,
Sadly felt like cooped up in...
To bleed my pains in the tune,
I wish to clean my mind to bleep,
Endeavouring badly to eliminate the weep,
But the blemish left me alone on the moon,
My brain's neurons are pumping blood deep,
Expect to unveil my existence of free,
Sadly felt like cooped up in...