writers block
took me out back
and beat me with bats
like office space.
talked a lot of shit
thought it would never happen to me
been a rough few years.
motivation, i find myself thinking about
motivation, what motivates
how to
where when
how to stay motivated,
when the bats
came swinging down
i can’t remember
what that felt like-
it’s a blur
trauma blocked,
the last swing
left a bruise under my right eye
my good eye
& now
i wanna protect what i have left
Saint's Muse 