This block has been hard to crack
Writing with a troubled pen
Navigating through life's detours
Mind soar from worries
Fingers ache to dance with pen
Words fall woefully short
Inspiration stays eluding this grasp
What am I to do sitting in limbo?
Wasting away time while being idle
Life seems to forgotten this poet
Or is it this poet has forgotten life?
perhaps in times like these we're meant to stop and just listen...
ReplyDeleteNeither, a temporary case of writers block, listen to some rock or jazz! lol hey u, nice
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