Writers Block

Blank page squares up with blank mind,

All words abandon.

Grasping at nothing,

A blind man locked in an empty room.

Gaze through subject into gaping abyss,

Pen, ink-full, languishing.

A black hole for inspiration,

Where books go to die.

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