Blank

By R.A.B.

Blank, O how I loathe it-
Words and feelings won't flow,
but rather shit is all that shows-
which just comes to show,
that I am lost and unexplored!

There's a lack of inspiration.
An abundance in doubt and confusion,
with unearthly vexation,
and hindrance in concentration.

I doubt if it would work-
I doubt if it's even my work.
The only thing I know, I am lost,
for my pen stands still,
and my paper stays neat.

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