Writer's Block: A Complaint

December 31, 2014

I do not like to write

Those countless days and Nights spent in agony

Staring at the screen

Blank and white

Figuring out what to type

Chasing half-formed

Thoughts in the mind

Once caught

They disappear

Like dry ice

On an abyssmally hot day

Only to reappear again

Like mirages in the

Desert sands

Leaving me in gloom.

A wonderful, marvelous

Idea will come to me soon

I repeatedly mutter to myself

As I frantically pace the room

Then it hits me like a brick

Fills me with raptures sublime

I type the thought down

Pause

Read it

Discontent I erase

the few words written

Crash

Burn

My mind in a blur.

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