A Writer’s Block
Click click clock
She types like the
tick of a clock
Thinking and
Remembering
Even chasing a
memory in the wind
Vivid
Lucid
All in a state of
wake
Wondering if she
will ever get a dime
From writing all
this rhyme.
Empty
Weary
Dreary and drained
Words escaping in
a phrase
Trying hard to
make a face
Dreaming
Drooling
Lulling
Trying to make a
rhythm
Can you even break
free?
For the wave of
your sanity?
Papers
Brains
Rollers in ink as
she makes a link
Be happy for now
you are done
Load it up and
shoot the gun.
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