Writer's Block
I have so much to say, but I cannot find the words.
Give me a topic; I can spit out heart-wrenching stanzas about love, loss, desperation.
I could proofread papers and interject artistic touches to works bar my own flawlessly for hours.
But, if I was told,
“write down what you feel and what you think.”
I will stare at that
Damned,
Blinking,
Curser
For hours.
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