Words etc.

I wish I could write.
Squeeze out some word drops
Of late I've been feeling clogged.
Cardboardish.

I blame;
things, people, and at times
myself...I just barely know,
How to get out of it.

I know, I know,
But I cannot grasp it.
Because I am distracted.

Franz says,
that which distracts is evil.
What would that be
in this case?

Poverty..heartbreak..
the Great Expectations?

When would I clearly see
what I want.
And be brave enough
to go for it.

I like writing.
Words on paper are beautiful...