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Writer's Block
Writer's Block
I just can’t write now…
Those words just remain out of my reach,
I’m reaching out but grasping nothing.
It used to be so easy,
The lines-
They were threads I could weave into a tapestry,
So simple; so beautiful…
They could be flying carpets and magical lamps,
Or wardrobes leading to enchanting worlds;
, 68, 68);">They could be magic (and men with no noses!),
Or games in a huge arena (let the 76th Hunger Games begin! No).
Or it could be faith, trust and pixie dust;
With the lost boys,
Or maybe down the rabbit hole (we all know where that lands…)
It could be as a rider, wizard, tribute or shadow hunter,
Anything would be better than my current predicament…
Wow, I still haven’t written anything… Or have I written it all?
