Writer's Block Poem by Christopher Tye
Writer's Block
Writer's Block
When the words stop flowing,
The idea's light bulb burnt out,
A mind consumed by over-thinking,
Becoming desperate for that spark,
The folly of working with words.
Day's when things ground to a stop,
Death of a dream of achievement,
Oh for the want of coherent sentences,
Thank goodness I just write poems,
For if I were a novelist there'd be nothing.
By Christopher Tye
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