A pen that flows
Is a pen that knows
What it wants
And where to go
But when it stops
It gets stuck
Like myself
In a rut
There are things
That I could write
But none of my words
Seem to bare light
On this night
Or this fright
I could write
About family drama
But in reality
I just don't wanna
I could write
About this boy
You know the one
That brings me joy
I could write
About that bitch
My mother, I mean
"Get back in that ditch!"
But this pen doesn't know
It refuses to flow
It just won't go
Because I've got writer's block