Writers Block
Pen in my hand
I stare endlessly at a
blank piece of paper
Struggling to to empty
my battered heart onto it
And the pain which
endlessly tears into my heart
So many feelings need
to be set free
But my mind refuses to
think
While my heart
is being tortured
My hand releases the pen
All my dreams
have come to an end
The paper
remains blank
Copyright © Kelli Egloff-Metzgar | Year Posted 2011
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