Rough Draft Analysis

How do you make the thoughts whole?

Forcing the words to come out

How do you form a complete idea?

Without starting to scream and shout

The work sits bored before you

Piles of endless white

Yet somehow you cannot find a reason to start

Even when using all your will and might

Eyes big blank saucers 

As you stare hopelessly at empty lines

You urge yourself to start working

Yet nothing comes out of your mind

How can I make up my own rhymes 

Easily without a second thought

But in the case of  others work

An idea or opinion I have not 

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