This is a poem that I wrote recently about a bad dream that I had, that was painfully vivid and caused me to wake up in a bit of a panic. I often have these vivid dreams, but this one was particularly intense emotionally and inspired this poem.
As the title suggests, this is another poem written in spite of writer's block. It is meant to be read quickly, almost like a rap, and was an effort to get as creative as I could with rhyme scheme in order to fight against writer's block and get the creativity flowing once again.
I finally published my new book of poetry, A Chaplet of Flowers. This is a collection of all of the poetry I wrote throughout the course of 2019 and the very beginning of 2020.