One day I was lamenting over my writer's block..... my sudden
inability to churn out any more poems.
In the end, I came up with the following:
Writer's Block
I've reached it.
The horror
The bane of every writer
Novelist
Poet
In the pantheon
Of the warriors of the written word
It has a name:
Writer's Block.
Frustrating it can be
For one hardly has the time
To pen down anything
And when the time is free
For the written word to take shape
None ever seems
To manifest
It is someone akin
To looking into the horizon
Hoping for
Vast fields of cheery sunflowers
Of an endless carpeting
Of green grass
Only to encounter
A barren land of waste.
Darn it, man!
What has gotten into you?
Are you distracted
To the point
Where nothing can be said
Wait - hold.... Contemplate this.
You begin by complaining
About this inescapable malady
Only to complete
Another entry
In this anthology.
Irony could never have been
Described in any better way.
Haha - you the man.
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