Writer's Block
Writer's block
Has finally struck
I watch the clock
As the hands fly
No ideas
Nothing in my brain
So this is what happens
When I don’t feel insane
Writing,
My one joy
Has left for now
I hope I’m merely toying with myself
Because oh how sad I will be
If I permanently place
My writing on the shelf
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