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Writer's block
A clicking of the pen.
Ink drying from its tip.
Imagery in my head yet to surface on the blank page.
I went through a sea of emotions today.
And yet...
I can't write a damn thing.
The first few words sprint across the page.
Rhymes come and go, some even nonsensical.
Anything to preserve the flow.
Finally!
Black ink covers the page,
but the words are misshaped.
A whole world dies at the tearing of the page.
Clicking of the pen.
Again. Again. And...
No, no
What about
Mm yes, that's clever–
Agh!
© DolorTheDaimone
Ink drying from its tip.
Imagery in my head yet to surface on the blank page.
I went through a sea of emotions today.
And yet...
I can't write a damn thing.
The first few words sprint across the page.
Rhymes come and go, some even nonsensical.
Anything to preserve the flow.
Finally!
Black ink covers the page,
but the words are misshaped.
A whole world dies at the tearing of the page.
Clicking of the pen.
Again. Again. And...
No, no
What about
Mm yes, that's clever–
Agh!
© DolorTheDaimone
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