The Wall

I fear this thoughtlessness.
As I drift and float away,
There is no good that comes to those
Who lose their ideas.

 

I fear a lack of consciousness.
Where I walk on this earth,
A blank slate with no clue
To what it is that I am purposed with.

 

I fear simplicity in my complex thoughts.
The inability to put my words
Somewhere other than my mind
Resorting to repetition in content.

 

I fear failure in finding my own self.
Inside of a unique world
In which I am complacent
drowning in the normal.

 

This is what happens
When you have writer’s block
And you have no idea
As to what you are supposed to do next.

 

2015