Writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing,
Letters, numbers all become the same,
I may become insane, just to see if I’m sane.
The letters belittle me with smug smiles.
Torn and screwed up pages in piles.
The blank space on my page is my enemy,
I have won the battle but not the war.
Bemoaning simple perplexities is my awe.
The booze helps.
© Alex Turner 2015
I know the struggle Alex.
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Haha, glad it’s not just me!
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Lol. Every poet has battled the dreaded “Block” with pen in hand. Jabbing holes into nothingness hoping it bleeds something beautiful. It’s just what it is.
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Hahaha, yeah I guess it happens to the best of us!
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I feel this all too deeply.
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Wow that’s a great description of writer’s block!!
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Thank you ! 🙂
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You are welcome!
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I dont beleive in the ‘block’ but the keyboard can be a bit of a dry desert sometimes, But you have conquered it by writing Smack…. right in its face….WEL DONE YOU !
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