Creativity

Writer’s block


The number of times I have begun writing this poem
is outrageous and annoying, humdrum.
Here I am suffering from this disease,
this pestilence over my creative faculties.
Making me barren and childless all over again
I seek feeble words to feel whole again
To make the poetry bleed from me again
To make a failed endeavour sputter and succeed
These words I offer to you reader, take heed?

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