Writer's Block?
As I stare this blank page,
I realize why;
Why could I not spill my thought?
What's wrong with me, the words gone?
All I want is to write, for freedom
Of thought is rejoicing.
But, I can’t do no more;
Lost my style, perhaps?
Is this the so-called writer’s block?
I could not even spell love,
Nor hate, for the spirits dead;
Long dead, I’m done.
Blinking is what I got;
Pictures on it I see no more;
Just but a white page.
As I stare this blank page
I realize why;
Why could I not spill my thought?
Ah, this is not…
A writer’s block, simply
I am out of love.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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