Inspiration...?

Where've you gone, my friend?

One day the words flow freely,
candid and unfiltered,
the next day, I've reached a...

...damn.

My fingers are tied with
a million strings.

My circulation is cut.

I guess I'll have to fill
this empty notebook
with nonsense until
you return.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Writers' Block.

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