WRITERS BLOCK
How do you feel
When you’re inspired by air
The hope that you weild
Is what makes you care
But then out of nowhere
Your inspiration dies
Your mind’s trapped in a snare
So your hope will not fly
And then you wonder
“How’d it come to this,
When all I pondered
Was my inspiration’s bliss?”
You’d been motivated
In no way you had before
But now the dream you created
Felt gone for sure
And you wanted your motivation back
So the hope would fly again
And you pray this wall will hash
And that he will soon relent
But the wall inside your head
Will not fall, but mock
That only he keeps the dreams dead
His name is writers block
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Just as little poem about my troubles :) Does he sound familiar, Peeps?