Poetry

Numb

I sit in a stupor,
stuck in a place,
with a numbness of the mind.
I wish I knew
what lines go next...
But confusion leaves me
without a clue.
I long for my fingers to fly
as they did once,
casting the clutter
aside;
Moving mental mountains,
Freeing my imagination.
But my mind is blurred,
and I sit
With my work
undone.

Rachel Fox