A brick wall,Inside your head
No words
No images
Everything is dead.
Inspartions gone,
You've lost all hope.
Writting use to be something
That helped you cope.
Fustration and anger,
You don't know what to say.
You're mind is an untidy room
In all its disarray.
You've found the key to open your mind,
But you can't find the lock
It's an never ending worry;
It's writters block.
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