Could also be seen as a writers block poem.
She stared at the page,
The words blurred before her tired eyes.
She tried again to make sense of this code
That once flowed so smoothly from her pen.
Her forehead creased and her blood raged;
The gushing torrent growing louder.
She let the pen fall from her hand;
It slid down the page
Like nations on a blackboard,
Ripping apart the last shreds of concentration.
She knew the why, but couldn’t find the how.
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