Writers block
There are days
where the words just do not know what to say
the words get stuck in nothingness
The hours just keep rolling
the moon visits rapidly constant
but nothing more
an empty canvas
there are no paintings
not magic
no nothing to dream
white
or black
no shaded area
simply the silence
the mind at peace with emptiness
no song linger
no memories revived
just is
on that solid rock
simply is
a writers block
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