A million thoughts streaming around in my brain,
Even penning a couple of lines is herculean
I am so thirsty despite getting drenched by the rain.
The temperature in my skull is extreme, I’m Martian.
Lot’s of stories dancing around.
But my David is finding it hard to defeat this Titan.
Fictitious tales, random thoughts and daily musings going round and round;
The pen limping across the pages with no obvious destination,
Stressful days and sleepless nights can’t turn this around.
I shoved pen and pencils on an errand across pages; I am a writer by definition.
Creativity is not my nemesis but for the aptly named writer’s block.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Sophocles Writes 