Writer’s Block

July 31st, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

Staring at a blank pagewriters block
Pen in hand.
Seconds turn to ninety minutes
Clocks be damned.
Empty headed
Mindless drivel.
Ever dreaded
Second fiddle.
Round the block
And down the middle.
Nothing’s panned.

Every writer stumbles over
Worthless words.
Sick to death of useless prattle
Wears the nerves.
Bubble headed
Bubble rap.
Ever dreaded
Loss of knack.
Scribble scrabble
Out of whack.
A writer’s curse.

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