Staring blankly




Being a writer is tough,
Tough to think and rhyme,
Rhyme that which ticks,
Ticks and educates.

Sometimes I look at a blank page,
and become blank in mind,
I want to express myself,
But expression evades me.

I shake my head,
Shake my thoughts,
Looking for what works,
Nothing comes to mind.


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