Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Lyric

Writer's Block?

As I stare this blank page, 
I realize why;
Why could I not spill my thought?

What's wrong with me, the words gone?
All I want is to write, for freedom
Of thought is rejoicing.

But, I can’t do no more;
Lost my style, perhaps?
Is this the so-called writer’s block?

I could not even spell love,
Nor hate, for the spirits dead; 
Long dead, I’m done.

Blinking is what I got;
Pictures on it I see no more; 
Just but a white page.

As I stare this blank page
I realize why;
Why could I not spill my thought?

Ah, this is not…
A writer’s block, simply
I am out of love.

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