Writers Block

There comes a time

when it just won’t come

I sit and think and try

to write some witty lines

they just don’t materialize.

Some call it writers block

or a dry spell in the mind.

It does happen to us all

a period of groping

of digging deep into the well.

It’s like a fog laying heavily

along the landscape

pressing down upon trees

obscuring ones vision.

The bright colors muted

the patterns indiscernible

the words buried in dark graves

as silent as phantoms


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