Writer's Block

Thoughts bleeding

in my head.

Idea's screaming,

in my mind.

A single pen,

in my hand.

The only paper,

I could find.

Unused ink,

written words unsaid.

Inspiration,

now dead.

This poem is about: 
Me

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