Writer's Block

Come take a stroll on it
Live and think thru it
Can you make it out?
Are you confused by it?
Stained with chalk for previous childhood games
I am over it
Cracked by heavy feet
And government remedies
Sustained the bass he used to drown out the kids playing
But they still live here
We all do
On the block
I made my heart new here
My world apart from you here
Ten feet away from block number 2
Yours
The corner I can't get pass
So I am stuck here
Taxis flood the streets
The distractions greaten
Can you get thru?
Are you trying to come home too?
In the middle
Can we meet there?
Amoungst the chaos
Amist the quarrels
We love more
We fight harder
Is the "We" me?
I want you so bad I have distorted reality
Let's walk
No running this time
We will make it better
Give me hope again
Then will the stares lessen?
Only known as the girl on the stoop
Head down
While pens bleed and tears stain
The paper
And I am on book number three
Before dinner
Take the pen away
Wipe the tears from my heart
Re-try
Take one last stroll
On
My block