writer's block
tick tick tock
time flies high
as it flies by
words on the pages
takes me ages
things I to want write
never come out right
writer's block
the words won't knock
all this blank space
it sure is a waste
imagination lying still
these pages I can't fill
waiting for a spark
to make my mark
writer's block
these words mock
no lightbulb above my head
maybe I ought to go to bed
I should end what I can't start
I'm starting to sound unsmart.
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