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Ryter's Blok

The words left me, slow and then hasted
Truly speechless and equally wasted
The lyrical flicker of youth and aggression
Trickling to fail in this funeral procession
Before where the words came pointed and bold
Now my mind searches with vastness and cold

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  • Rowan Oak
    September 27, 2008

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    I like the way this poem rolls off the tongue and I think it describes writer's block quite effectively.