A Barren Mind
words fail to conceive in an eager, eager heart
a twisted labyrinth of puzzled paths
never the twain to gainfully meet
beginning or end never to gleefully greet
a writer's most dreaded curse
he sits and fretfully fears the worst
in mind's eye he is to fail
finding no truths to prevail
no promise of fantsy to mend
no mindful, new words does he find to blend
just a stark, blank, empty page
the cast all gone, a deserted stage
there is but one who remains
he who holds the pen in vain
morning has come, dawn has crept in
and not one word was spoken to him
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