Jordan B Owens
Writers Block - Poem by Jordan B Owens
Snap crackle pop.
I looked over and i quickly stopped.
My life would never be the same.
I thought not being able to continue was lame.
I would not be able to express me.
no one would ever see.
What was on my mind.
I would never be able to shine.
I would be dull and like a chef without his utensils.
But instead i was a writer without his pencils.
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