i can't think of a single thing to write about; the words refuse to come...is this how poets die?
the rhyme, the meter are not there; and forget about the style and form...is this how poets die?
my pen has run out of ink and inspiration got lost along the way...is this how poets die?
my mind is as blank as the page i am looking at; lack of words scares me...is this how poets die?
(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.
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