You said to think outside the box.... well here it is... A short freestyle poem... (The only style I can cope with right now.. lol)

Hugs all!

Haunted

Those blasted words.
I know they are there.
Deep inside the slimy grey depths
And electrical impulses
Of my mental capacity.

The images keep me awake at night.
Tossing and writhing in agony
From the need to generate
To pour out and become
The written word.

My speech is staccato
My writing -
White words on white background.
Yet I know they are there,
Syllables strung together.

I open a picture
And know the words would flow
Were I not haunted
By thoughts of the pressure
The power of the deadline.....

Copyright S.R. Hulley
Chin up, stay strong! Hugs!