I am looking at you my blasted pen. For no word can flow from you today. It feels like I am bursting inside. But yet my black pen you have nothing to say. No descriptive way, no flow or sway. All ideas but no word to pave the way.
This is a beautiful description of what writers block truely is! Love the poem!
This is a beautiful
This is a beautiful description of what writers block truely is! Love the poem!