Sometimes writers face the annoying case of the writer’s block. This poem is about the experience when writer’s block falls upon the writer.
A trembling hand tries to leave its mark
Unable to brush the empty paper
But even though it’s filled with spark
The mixed emotions seem greater
Than what the face reveals to others
With prints which hide behind the mask
The dripping ink, it only smothers
The page that’s crippled on the desk
The vines of words bursting to spread
Are being blocked by haunting fear
Remain locked inside my head
When they will leave remains unclear
Copyright – © 2005 Lena Kovadlo
My website – http://lovebuglena.webs.com

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