Writers Block - Poem by Ricky Bryant
Stare at the screen with nothing to write.
Coffee and cigarettes fuel my night.
The words come to me but, won't get out of my head.
Back against the wall, my vision turns red.
Frustration sets in, as the night carries on.
The sun starts to rise and my mind is now gone.
One simple poem is all that I ask.
Yet I can't seem to face this trivial task.
The words usually flow like water down stream.
Yet here I am stuck in this hell driven dream.
I'm ending this now, I know I can't win this fight.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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