Writer's Block Poem by Chase Gagnon

Writer's Block



Tonight
my muse's fetus
has died in the womb of my mind
so I push its unformed body
from the glistening tip
of my favorite pen
and cradle its corpse of meaningless
stanzas, until I cry.

Sunday, November 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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Chase Gagnon

Chase Gagnon

Detroit, Michigan
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