Writer’s Block

Liquid warmth in a bottle; in a glass

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Candlelight upon the desk as time burns low

The glow enough for tired thoughts to see

The abyss upon the page

To stare and stare forever at the cruel bleached white

Of the emptiness of the mind.

Consumed, burnt out, the paper cares not

As it takes and breaks your plots.

Writer, writer ye poor soul,

Your encore is a trial.

As morning looms, your light subsumed

Rest your head and sleep awhile.