Staring at an empty sheet
Gives tickle to my feet
How can I write no more?
This struggle makes my mind sore.
Twirling the ends of my hair
As I tweak the settings of my filter
Now I can focus on writing
While the photos are exporting.
Dang! That was fast!
Done exporting but I'm hanging on my stanzas
Is it bad to envy my old self?
The one who can read all on the shelf?
I used to call myself an author
But now I'm standing outside closed door
Was yesterday's fruits a trial card?
Now I hit rock bottom so hard.
Blanking while clicking my pen
Writer's block is really a pain
Is there some sort of a hack?
I just want my old self back.
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The Wordsmith's Poetry
PoetryMagwattpad, magbasa, mainspired. The Wordsmith's Poetry is a compilation of poems written by king_sloan. It may tackle about love, life, death, friendship or anything. Enjoy Reading! written by king_sloan
