The Story

Writer's Block

I have a world at my finger tips
It drops if even one slips
With each fumble it dips

Just one more line

I write with emotion
Expressing every notion
It's like a magic potion

I want to just be fine.

My world seems all bright
But inside there goes a fight
It has an endless night

Where is the sign?

This responsibility
With foggy visibility
With so much hostility

I don't want to write.

- A poem for writer's block.