Teh Block

[bigorangedan]

I feel like pretending I am God
for just a bit
and creating a vast unknowable existence
from a vast unknowable nothingness
and allowing it to strive for a purpose
that only I comprehend

Or to sit and paint the endless
scenic landscape that dances
across my mind
lighting dark corners
and chasing cobwebbed dreams
into the light of day

perhaps to sing gently
to a small child and have
eyes lit with the air of
pure innocent enjoyment
gaze upwards in silent adulation

or to write words so profound
that when looked upon, people begin
to understand that which
hides deep within their souls.

Instead, I stare at the blank page
and feel its malicious intent
assaulting my mind,
and wiping clean the slate
each time it rallies an idea
that could be considered creative.

resigned, I sigh and submit myself to mediocrity.