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 blankContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
