rotund sun
i made this when after i had writers block lol.
*I sit down on my chair,
Brainstorming ideas.
Tapping with my pen.
While I Patiently think,
And think.
And think.
And think.
Coming up with nothing.
Wasting precious time.
My frustration had taken over me like fierce flames.
It keeps burning through me.
All I wanted is to be let free.
All I see is a piece of paper with crossed out attempts of writing.
I tried getting inspiration.
But Still,
Nothing.
I tried getting help.
But,
no one understood me.
Until..
I thought about my Writer’s Block.
What if I had made a poem about writer's block?
What if I can finally escape this trap?
My writer's block had finally released me.
My writer’s block had finally let me free.
At last,
I made a poem of my experience of writer’s block.*
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