Writers Block
Blank empty pagesWords that remain unwritten.
A story down through the ages
By the writers bug I have been bitten.
What penance must I pay
To make my words come out clear.
I have so much to say
Can I not find a friendly ear.
No muse will strike me it seems
An empty screen a lifeless quill.
Alone again with nothing but dream
Just one word would give such a thrill.
Thoughts marauding through my head
As I sit and watch the clock.
When I try to write they all fall dead
I guess I must have writers block.
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