Words are elusive,
Transient beings
Swirling through my mind.
Just when I think I’ve
cornered one,
It slips through the synapses,
Becoming a transparent memory –
Taunting me
Daring my creativity to flow,
An elaborate wall constructed.
Is this
Writer’s Block?
2 comments:
Thanks for writing this.
It was all I could do at the time. Do you ever need to write yet have nothing to say? The nothing to say finally beat out my need to write. So I don't.
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