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Writer's Block
I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
hands parting the walls of this prison.
Published 18th Feb 2019
| Edited 25th Feb 2019
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18th Feb 2019 11:19pm
dearest Gothic One
this is a powerful write
so masterfully done...
I try to write every day
I know the deep need for the release
from the confines of our thoughts...
excellent write...
love Brenda 🌹
this is a powerful write
so masterfully done...
I try to write every day
I know the deep need for the release
from the confines of our thoughts...
excellent write...
love Brenda 🌹
18th Feb 2019 11:31pm
Why thank you Brenda! I wrote it today because I'm currently having a difficult time writing one of my short stories I'm hoping to get published in a magazine. Good luck to me!
Oceans of love! :)
Oceans of love! :)
