Lifer

 Mocking motions of ceiling fans
Starving mind, watching shadows
Grow
The length
Soon a darkened room,
Mighty swords swing
More than the mightier pen;
While stagnant words
Lay crumbled
In failure balls of paper
That missed the buzzer beater shot
Now litter, a vast floor
Creaking full of laughter around
Rejections wastebasket.
Ideas flicker, first like a strobe
Going dark as a burnt out bulb
Blank
As a piece of pearly vellum,
If my head wasn't spinning
I'd swear....
This torture chamber was,
And soon realize
With limitation's chains
Insanity shackles,
Surmise....
Gray matter's executioner
Hindering....
Imperfect scrawl.
......sentenced, imprisoned
...............Captivated, behind
........Words....sentences....paragraphs...
Poems, Stories
Books.