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There's so much in my mind that I want to put on paper, but the Writer's Block demons have come for a visit...
Submitted:May 2, 2008 Reads: 147 Comments: 14 Likes: 7
I curse
the gray demons
who sit
on the clean blank page
of a brand new notebook,
making it useless.
Who nibble
at my pencil,
breaking the lead so
it no longer writes.
Hopeless.
Who stop me from writing down
my thoughts and feelings,
keeping my head
and heart
so full that I fear they will
burst.
Too full of you
to think or to dream.
And these demons have trapped you
inside me.
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