01-03 (Writer's Block)

I want to write a poem
To fill a strange desire
But I am robbed of satisfaction
Not knowing what to think
Who do I stump?

Then

Sudden movements of deleting moments
To backspacing past the future
Seeking to create an end
Fashioned out of beginnings
In a fuzzy froth I float
A stall of no significance

Creation

Unnoticed by what I can’t see
I cry out with faith
To declare my devotion to notice
The voice that precedes everything
A promise for my patience
To get me where I’m going
To finishing this sentence

Ends