...blank page syndrome...
The spot i stood Now my head is hefty
was the full stop i put last time Eyes shut to shun the blank page
it grew beneath my feet no spark, stimuli, or catalyst
like a puddle of dirty water Can everything be so dull ?
Framing sentences in mind My pen became a dart
& phrases floating like clouds The pages floated as boats
But no two words would link The dictionary, mere paper weight
To any strings that I knew And table a place i slept
The urge to write something I couldn't see myself write
Gushed to me like a muscle routine Shall it be this way forever ?
But when I wrote its was a leisurely Suffering from blank page syndrome
A Cardio - spiritual journey An amateur/ wannabe word-smith.
Where are the caves and bunkers ?
Where are the fictional friends ?
Did all leave without a word ?
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