Originally posted by Darkshadow
...And here's a poem I wrote about it.
The Poet's Curse
Alone, in a daze,
Staring at a blank sheet,
My quill unable to part the haze
While my soul contemplates defeat.
"Speak, Muse, speak!"
I cry out to thin air.
But, alas, I seem to seek
That which is not there.
My mind races,
Whilst it tries to find cause
To why the usual traces
Have taken an unwanted pause.
Where have my words flown?
Where could they be?
I have never before known
A time when they would fail me.
Alas, I must face my fear,
And admit I cannot write any verse:
I can only hope the end is near,
To this vile poet's curse!
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