Break the Writers Block
Fog clouds my head,
And words leave my mind.
Nothing can be done,
Time changes nothing.
Ideas still don’t come.
Once I could write anything,
Inspired by everything.
Now each sentence drains me,
The pen is heavy in my hand.
Each word takes an hour,
Just to reach the page.
And yet this seems easy.
The fog begins to fade.
My writers block is broken.
Ink now covers this page.
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