Lifer

 Mocking motions of ceiling fans 
Starving mind, watching shadows 
Grow 
The length 
Soon a darkened room, 
Mighty swords swing 
More than the mightier pen; 
While stagnant words 
Lay crumbled 
In failure balls of paper 
That missed the buzzer beater shot 
Now litter, a vast floor 
Creaking full of laughter around 
Rejections wastebasket. 
Ideas flicker, first like a strobe 
Going dark as a burnt out bulb 
Blank 
As a piece of pearly vellum, 
If my head wasn't spinning 
I'd swear.... 
This torture chamber was, 
And soon realize 
With limitation's chains 
Insanity shackles, 
Surmise.... 
Gray matter's executioner 
Hindering.... 
Imperfect scrawl. 
......sentenced, imprisoned 
...............Captivated, behind 
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