My old, sharp pencil,
Finds its way across paper-
Writing is strange.
Oh, no! Big mistake,
Eraser must fix it all-
Continue on work.
Words create pictures,
They dance around in our heads-
Then they disappear.
After exhaustion,
No ideas come to my brain-
Writer's Block is hell.
All inspiration,
Please return fast to my head-
I need you right now.
Something save me,
Give me topics to express-
I have feelings, too.
I'm just a writer,
Just an ordinary one-
One that needs to write.
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