my rotting brain....

There are not enough words
for what I wanna say.
I sit with my pen and book,
trying to write everyday.
My hand holds the pen,
Stands still above the book.
To get the first word out
I dunno how long it took.
My thoughts are blocked,
my mind sealed.
My wounds helped me write earlier,
but now they have healed.
The pain made me write,
The torture made me think.
So hollow right now,
In the ocean of thoughts I cannot sink.
I sat on the beach for hours,
Waiting for the waters to bring some thoughts.
Instead the water washed away what I wrote on the sands,
Now my empty brain rots.....