Writer's Block

November 25, 2008
By Jenaray Mushaney, Stockport, IA

My brain is spinning, hurting, whirling,
I look for words they hide, inside
A short story with a deadline haunts my brain
i beg for help from a friend,but they too are spinntng.
The blank page stares at me with a blank look.
THe empty sheet of paper shouts, think! Think!
It calls me stupidand i cry.
When will i fill the page?
My eyes see the words "dead", in deadline.
And then i look again and see this poem talking to me.
What's that? Words? Sentences? Wow!
I think i'm dreaming!
I think i'm finished!

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on Sep. 6 2009 at 7:10 pm
AbbieLeigh GOLD, Keosauqua, Iowa
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Jenaray, i love it!!!!!! lol

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