Writers Block
Damn this Writers block,
Need an electric shock,
Not even the alarm clock,
Can wake my inner stock.
Wait a second, something just Entered my mind
Nay it is but a flicker, from the lamp behind
Go to read the newspaper, every page is stuck,
As with my grey matter, I’m having little luck.
Damn this writers block,
How can I unlock,
All I hear is the clock,
Unhelpful going, tick tock.
Thoughts race inside me, progress is very slow
I grow weary from the effort, precious little to show
I’m lost in a desert, or perhaps all at sea
Is there any difference, my page remains ink free.
Damn this writers block,
No key can unlock,
I only hear the clock,
Unlike me It works, tick tock.
By
David kavanagh
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