Writer's Block
Black as night
Engulfed in silence
Headphones in
Lyrics used to inspire words
Drums always started the flow of ink
Now there is nothing
Demons have finally shut up
Angels left long ago
No longer fighting with each other
Lifelong battle between the two is done
Ammo for so many stories
Basis of almost all poems
Roots of all my ideas are now gone
Pick up a pen
Not a word is written
Doodles are made
Letters not legible
Thoughts are now just straight and curved scratches
Blue and black nonsensical scars
On a blank white paper skin
Making sense to no one
Not even myself
This has worked in the past
Poem after poem
Story after story
Idea after idea
Helped me out of this rut
Now all I have is a desert of ideas
Barren thoughts
Mirages with no substance
Haunting my mind
Teasing the future
Books and books of great ideas
Just sitting on my desk
Completely afraid to touch them
Success scaring me as much as failure
Praying this works one more time
I was born to do this
Ink is in my blood
And I must get rid of this
writer's block...
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