Reader's Block

​If only​ ​I could read endlessly.

Then ponder those tales

and verses​​,

​doodle ​on my tired notebook,

​dragging my pen through

the narrow lanes of

a verbose existence​;​

following the rules of making love,

yet breaking all of them,

for writing is liberty.

But no one reads

what I ​sigh and scribble​,

nor ponder my state,

or my status quo.

Instead​,​ I lock my words

in a​n​ opaque bookshelf​...

​... Then I ​pick​ ​up my axe,

​chop ​it all up,

the wood and the paper,

for ​I need ​firewood​ ​​​

to rekindle the ​spark.

I wish I could read endlessly!

-- Leslie Xavier