What Came First?

What came first, the music or the misery? 

Hoping through music someone would hear me.

What happens when I can’t write? 

Stitches sewn through my lips.

Take a walk through the hall,

BLAM!

Feel like a kid when mom dishes veggies from the frying pan,

Disgusted.

Writers block is a literal block 

10,000 pounds, even if I break through several more in stock 

Haven’t written in months,

Therefore I know misery comes first. If you say music that’s like raising a child then giving birth 

I’ll take misery and write.

Matter of fact I’ll start tomorrow night...