Confronting Writer’s Block

When writer’s block cripples the mind, where to go. A sonnet.

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The blank withering page stares back

It reveals no character, no opinion,

Yet brazenly chides my literary lack,

Ruthless, it belittles my writing dominion.

Shall I, wounded, huddle in cursed despair?

Must I beg for inspiration to quench my soul?

Envy a vile venom, spurns me to compare,

Leaving me reeling, bereft of control.

I reach to you, my capricious muse,

Will you answer or maroon my distracted mind?

Crushing my phrases with the vacuum of abuse,

I stand weeping for the words I cannot find.

I see my journey stretched into the darkened night

I must turn within and wrench my soul out to fight.

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