The trap thats in my mind.

My mind is like a steel trap that guards and holds all its words in. I sit and wait in front of a empty screen and think and hope that somehow this computer will throw me a life rope.

My dog sits in a corner and scratches loudly, all the words I try come out so badly. Noises sound louder and the distractions surround me.

I type some more its starting to come out more like gore. Its wild untamed and a bit reminiscent of lore.

I try a change of pace walk my dog and hope for words to grace my mind and flow through my fingers.

An hour or two the walk was through the words are there so I prepare but in front of the screen my mind is now green. This is obscene! who stole my words and emptied my channels cleaned out my bearings, left me flailing...?

Its the trap in my mind it can often be unkind. I have to give in, how rough this has been time to sign off this writing way off. I give up and turn in this is to hard battling the trap it has no hinge to open the door to the words within. So I'll retreat for a day.