Blocked
The blank page looks at me again
and I try to look away
But its clean white surface beckons me
in a sultry, seductive way.
Try as I might I can't ignore
her promise and allure
She pleads with me to use her
with my scribble, though she's pure.
Turmoil rages in me
I wrestle with all my might
my conscience is forbidding
Do I abandon all that's right?
I lift the pen then put it down
I'm torn : emotions rule
Good sense says I must go on
my doubts to over rule.
Sweating, trembling, I lift the pen
my shaking hand in shock
I lower it to the page and write.
I've beaten writer's block.
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