Writer’s Block

Having that urge to sit and write all that you feel, your words your chaotic mind steals. Those depressing thoughts of how easliy you could end yourself and leave, but to think I have no right to remove my branch from my love one’s family tree. So much sadness then rage, the world’s your prison and your mind is the cage. Sifting thru the mind’s mess, forever searching for your personal best. We are our own worst critic, can drive you mad if you let it. Then a wave of calm no more defiance, because sometimes the only place where we can hide is in our own silence…

– Brandon Snyder