Fucking Writer's Block

I am stuck.
Blocked.
No other detours.
I need some peace and quiet and get out of here.
Its too noisy, people chatting away.
Of redundancy that mean nothing. so Fuck off today.
I am not going to stay.
This will pass and tomorrow will come.
Maybe I can think of something better than this scum?
My mind is just battered.
I need peace and quiet.
I need to write and release this urge and desire.
But it feels like this cement is drying quick and I cannot pick the fucking word.
Breathe. Breathe. I need a muse.
I need a heartache but everything is right enough not to be able to write.
I need to sleep. Maybe a hug. A fuck? Maybe just some luck?
I shall not force it and let it go.
For stories untold will be left to sow.
The battle shall continue again.
When this blockage is free from within.

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