i sit, staring
another blank page
the letters wont come to mind
i have more words to write
more songs to sing
yet there are no ideas in my head
and im left staring
at another blank page
its frustrating
when i want to express, but cant
the flow of words has been blocked
i try so hard to come up with something, anything
but not a thing arrives
these frustrations get to me sometimes
writers make words fly off the page
they build worlds that feel real
i want to do that someday
write words that sour like birds
but my words just lay
on another blank page
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SERENDIPITY ! POETRY
Poetryn. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way moments in life that don't pass me by
