Writers' Block© Poem by Roann Mendriq

I think I'll try to write a line
that will be all completely mine;
Some mystic, clever, mellow rhyme,
that would also read as quite sublime.

But oh...my mind is ever blank,
there seems to be a null think-tank;
My mouth is getting parched and dry,
My eyes threaten to start to cry.

All I hear is the tick of the clock,
that reminds of my writers' block;
Nothing seems to spring to mind,
I seek but cannot seem to find.

And then I start to write out aloud,
my rambling thoughts, (I'm allowed!) :
And slowly words begin to flow,
I'm on my way, and now I know...

That writing is no mystery,
It starts with just being only me;
Keep your mind and spirit free,
For every thought is poetry...
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