My pen sits on the paper
A block is to hard to push away...
All of these words overtaking me
Giving me reasons to stay...

The letters encase my paper
The words flow out of me like blood
Trying to find a meaning...
Thicker and deeper than mud

Staining teardrops...
Opened doors...
Losing love...
Still writing more...

The words just keep coming...
I'm almost done with it all
Finishing my poem...
I finally let the pen fall...

06/14/2004

Author's Note: I have writer's block

Posted on 06/15/2004
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