Writer's Block
I grab a pen with my hands cold and damp
Blank stare cascades down upon the pages
Broad strokes of ink beneath a buzzing lamp
Lines land flat with thoughts couped up in cages
Air thickened and foggy with writer’s cramp
Words dissolve like mist slowly in stages
Ideas rendered useless with no say
A poet lives to write another day
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