Writer's Block.

ITS FLIPPIN TRUE >.<'''

I can’t write anymore.

My pen lies on the floor.

Of my room where I lay.

On my bed from day to day.

My muse cannot be found.

My papers coat the ground.

Scratched out half-sentences,

Describe my fake pretenses.

Tried to sound cheerful & bright.

But I wrote of the darkness and night.

Of gloom impending doom.

Locked away in my cold room.         

Because I can write no more.

And my pen lies on the floor.

Reviews

[Flame DM]

And you said my Writer's Block poem was better! I have to say that you are sadly mistaken on that part. This is dark and eerie and i loved it =] We all hate writer's block and it's a pain, but it also makes you feel useless because your passion got away from you. Welll penned!

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[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

I love that eerie, cold, empty feeling, when that line resounds, "And my pen lies on the floor."
in your poem, great write!

[~Mary Ann~]

Even muses need a break every now and then! :) I like this piece just because I think we all have been through it! Then at the moment when you least expect it... The muses come back and boom! The ink flows... :)

An entertaining and truthful piece! :)