Writers block tonight 9/3/16 (lost and found writings)

I could not let my mind be free

Clutter turned the words into reluctant tales

Is there somewhere else I'm supposed to be

These flies are the only ones that seen to find me very interesting

A jealous crow lingers about seemingly only after my crumbs as I leave

Even as the sun faded my own shadow leaves me

There is no mercy in this writers block tonight