Writer's Block Ii Poem by Tamika Robinson
Writer's Block Ii
My mind is on a pause,
My hands hold still,
I'm trying to think.
As musical voices scream into my ears.
I don't budge to turn them off.
Their screams only get louder,
And my mind pauses longer,
Am I writing happily?
The voices I hear aren't happy.
They scream notes of insanity.
And yet they are the very essence
Of creativity.
So why can't I think of anything?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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