I have not wrote for seven days

Excuses

I had to work

I had to sleep

I had to rest

I had to eat

I had to clean my room

I had to breath

I had to, all the time

But mostly deep down inside I ran to find the reasons why I had not the motivation to rhyme. My emotions where angry and distraught and had blocked all thought. It was easier still, not to fill the silence, just ignore it for a time, in hopes it go away. The storm rages still, but I can’t ignore the call anymore, to spill out something onto white space, if only as a distraction to dark forbidding emotion.