Writer's Block

i hate this feeling i get
it's like being trapped
in a quicksand of words
the more i fight against it
the deeper i sink
i struggle to find words
to fit your grace and beauty
like a child learning to speak
this mash of thoughts and rabble
keeps piling higher and higher
nothing makes sense to me anymore
lost and confused
an ever spinning compass needle
the only thing that is clear to me
is the image of you in my mind
an everlasting beauty
i cannot descibe
just know amongst the choas in my mind
that i'm thinking of you
and missing you dearly