A horrible, crippling inability
Full of passion
Bereft of skill and drive
An aching need, a desire unquenchable
Yet, you can not find the release
Line after line of words seep from the pen
A story unfolds, stops, begins again
Despair overcomes
Finally, only a blank slate is left
Nothing worthy remains but a few scattered phrases
You look down, waiting for your vision to coalesce
A wall formed between paper and thought
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