Writer's Block

Mind to heart,
Time to start
To write the words
That shake the world.

Heart to hand,
Cannot understand
Why these words
Spill out slurred.

Hand to pen,
Tell me when
I will find the words
So I will not remain unheard.

Pen to page,
At the stage
Where nothing I write
Is at its height.

Page to bin,
A wrinkled skin,
An ink-splattered mess
That cannot put my mind at rest.





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