Paper crumbled beside me,
fingers tugging at hair;
I've lost my muse.
I can no longer write.
Frustrated, words can
no longer come to mind;
painfully so, it feels like
my fingers have died.
Can't get these feelings
out onto lines.
Played over and over
only in my mind.
This horrible experience
causes me to spill out
untalented pieces of "work".
Why does it have to occur at this very moment?
Author notes
=O It's a Writer's Block poem... Because that's what I have! ^^
So, that's why it sucks.
MY MUSICAL MUSES: "Always" by Dope. "Just Another Life" by Egypt Central.
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