Stuck...all tangled up.
Not physically, of course, just in my heart.
I wish I could cry it out.
Or, even better, laugh it off.
Or even just write it out.
But tears, laughter and words won't come.
Neither does creativity, nor peace of mind.
Where does one find immediate healing for a bruised heart?
Even remembering good times brings no happiness...
just sadness at what is no more.
My mind feels dull and my hands feel stupid.
It blocks inspiration from motivating me to usefulness.
So instead I'll try to write a poem,
About my stuck frame of mind.
And laugh at my feeble attempt at somber, moody, soulful poetry.
That feels a little better.