Writer's Block
I put my pen to page
and ply my complex craft
Eyes turn inward
to gaze upon
the parlor
of my soul
A dark room
and drafty too
Hollow sounds persist
subtle and gnawing
Something sinister slithers
b'neath the walls
eating at the foundation
never revealing its form
I stumble through
cobwebs to
the door
The walls fall in
on parting glances
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