2 February 2013
She tried to find the words she meant Peered at the ominous spaces Each metaphor thought up Exiled to the prison of doubt Betrayed by cliche Unoriginal
Was her pen leaking Or was it just her mind Because ideas had found a way To suddenly escape Inky blotches filling space The place for letters defiled
As pen hit paper Finally words were created Only to be eradicated Dominated by thick lines Sentences trapped Betrayed, Forgotten, unneeded
Think. Try again. Don't give up. Her pencil was discarded Her paper screwed tight Once again it won Writers block
Writers Block • Opuss № I