Endless cups of coffee.
Crumpled sheets thrown away.
Doodles and cigarettes.
Labyrinth of ideas, but no words to be found.
Strive to give the muse a tangible form, to touch.
She ever the tease, hides.
And I seek.
Minutes tick away on an unforgiving clock
While I continue to be plagued by the writer’s block!
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