Saturday, 19 November 2011

Writers Block


A block, impossible to beat
Incessantly overwhelming.
I gaze far as the eye can see upon blank.
Fingers entwined on a piece of wood.

Through the window I see no light
Enveloped by the darkness
A curse no man can bear
This lonely road of blocks.

And desire to fill this pale parchment
Burns as Helios chariot.
Yet, the road is still blocked
And I am still alone

My path is starting to twist and turn
Realms of dense, dark isolation.
The piece of wood trembles
Still impeded by these barriers of thoughts.

Till, with a sudden burst of light
This road is now full of the tall and thin civilians
Who help, move these large barricades.
And they walk straight, towards my mind.

The curse is lifted
Blocks smashed by the oncoming hoard of humans
My eyes open, glitter.
The wood has touched the parchment





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