Writers block, we all go through it once in a while. This poem is an expression of how I feel when I stare at a blank paper/page. The struggle to let words/ideas flow gets me panicky and in anxiety.

Anyway enough of that, enjoy the poem and if you don’t mind please do tell what your experience is like.


I’m at the edge of the paper
One step and I fall deeper into the ether
A few words and I’m panting like a man on the ledge
Breathless, in shock I’ve got to make the ledge my friend
Filled with rage and in pain I stare at my end
This emptiness in front of me I can’t decipher
This blank space tortures my brain.

I’m at the edge of the paper
Blankly staring at this white terrain
My mind oblivious of the stormy weather
I stare at this paper waiting for words to rain
With no words I feel like a beggar
In hand a pen and a dagger
Ink or blood one will flow
I need words to free me form this pressure.


Image by Sophie Bojana

©itsdemoray 2020


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  1. Loved these lines…” With no words I feel like a beggar
    In hand a pen and a dagger” and I completely understand the frustration. But remember we always have the stories in us. When I’m on edge and I need to write but I don’t know what to write, I will start my poems with ‘i want to write but I don’t know what to write about.’ Usually then my brain will just pick up on it and go. Because we all have a story and sometimes we just have to put a few words down in order to let it start flowing.

    1. Hey thanks for reading. I agree we all have the stories in us, the problem is how to channel them out. I am grateful for your idea ” i want to wrote but I don’t know what to write about” I’ll start using it maybe it might be of help. Thanks again

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