Writer's Block

Free Flow

Dreams flow off my temple
Slide through an hour glass
Like sand blowing in the wind
Catching the very reminiscent
Of uncharted memories
Attacking the soul
Plunging deep spiritual wells
That dwell deep with in your being
Where that good shit flows
You know those verse that hurt
Yeah those that also step on your toes
Writer's block can be a bitch at times
When you search your inner core
Something is bound to pour
Out on these pages
That will leave you wondering
Just where that came from
So keep your pens held high
As God intercedes
The ink will fall
As you listen to your soul bleed
Now Writer's block is extinct

(c) 2012 Cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry Covington

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