Oh That Block

Block

Too drummed up
Not abusive
No brain silence
No mental peace
No peace of mind
No cocktail can quell
At least for a long while
A strength that I can’t muster
An omen that can’t be taken away
Poetry can only be from a dead man’s hands
Up early
Down late
Shakes
Come clean
Down low
Knocked out
Knots
Not from a punch
But from just words
And from things quietly taken
And taken slowly
Blocked

- Bran.