Writer's block
Art block

They are none the less a synonym for pure evil
Their only existence is to devour thoughts anew
They are truly siblings of the devil
Why else do they make hearts bottomless blue?

Writer's block
Art block

They sit
They stare
Their boldness consumes you in fear
For the due date is closer than near
You sit
You stare
At the page you face that bares
'Nothing
Nothing but a solid plane of pure white

Writer's block
Art block

Their chilling, hoarse voice
Sends the hair of your neck piercing towards the sky
Enduring this torture may seem like the single choice
But I ask 'Why?'

Writer's block
Art block

There is a cure
For this contagious, horrid disease
This, I ensure-
You soon will be at ease

Writer's block
Art Block

Will soon be no more
For if you write/draw about it
You have found the cure!

Writer's block
Art block

Symptoms
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Repetitive collision with forehead and desk edge
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Talking to oneself
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Procrastinating
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Searching the phrase 'Writer's block/ Art Block' into a search engine
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Constant groaning due to lack of sleep
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Flailing of hands
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Half worn down eraser
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Reading these symptoms
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Nodding and agreeing to these symptoms

Prescription
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Write/Draw about what you rather be doing than thinking of a topic'
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Write about blocks!