Staring down at this blank page,
My ink grows brittle, dry with age,
Too many thoughts racing ‘round,
Yet I try to put them down.
Passing by, found then lost,
Upside down, turned and tossed.
Whizzing by, a flash of light,
Briefly seen, then out of sight.
Blocked and trapped in this paper cage,
Staring down at this blank page.
Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
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I live in Central Missouri and enjoy reading, writing, playing tennis, watching movies, and exploring creative outlets. I have a Bachelor of Science degree in psychology and I love to take my readers inside the minds of my characters.
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Nice 😊🤙
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Thank you! I really liked this one, myself. 🙂
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😊👏👏👏
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You’re doing the right thing by writing! 😀
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Thank you. I appreciate you saying so.
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Hi, Brandon. good to read you again. I think we have all been down that road. Well, I’m sure a masterpiece will turn up. Have a great Sunday.
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Thank you for the encouragement. A great day to you as well.
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Been there! This morning…😂
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Understand. It’s a problem (the only one!) I have never experienced. I think just write anything – any old rubbish – and your mind will take off. Good luck.
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That used to be me, only the ink became a fading blue or black. Nice. 👍
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Thank you very much. I’m glad you stopped by!
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