Ive got writers block

cant think of what to write

It's like my pen and brain can't unite

See I write things down

Then scribble them out

At first it sounds good

Then I start having doubt

I spit so many lines over in my head

Some sound good some sound dread

Locked from my mind are a thousand memories

They're dead and gone and each has its cemetery

Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence

Just like the former was the former

Now its past tense I'm past tense

As its quarter past ten

But Before then

I was in a literary fast(ing) pen

Till my cognitive  ink

Was released

So my words can be expressed

Gotten off ones chest

Put to the test

To say the least

I never do

To say the most so many a true

Word is bond not just spoken

Shop sign may say closed and yet the shops  still open

Ask me no questions I'll

tell you no lies

Ironically questions and lies are the closest of allies

Like left and right are on opposite sides

Right

left to me they should be left to their rights right ?

Which is yours and mine

I hear the polichickens say it all time

Except they cant turn clucking water into

Clucking wine

I dont believe a paragraph

I don't believe a line

So I write my own with this so called  talent

I'm striving for equilibrium

I'm striving for balance

To keep me from falling or getting dragged down .

The bigger the challenge

The less I back down

When it comes to words

Its seems I've got it locked

Thank God for my writers block


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