I'm stuck today, my words ain't flowing
My internal spark isn't glowing
The wind through my head just isn't blowing
It's getting harder each day
My writing freedom has been taken
My mind takes time to awaken
My bending thoughts start to straighten
In the same old usual way
I'm struggling with what's in store
but pleased with all I've done before
My fun has become a chore
The enjoyment's been castaway
please ignore my personal disagreement
I'll keep on top of my achievement
And stray from possible bereavement
Just happy to have my say
So until I sell out my arena
Until the writing grass gets greener
Until I'm viewed as literary ballerina
I'll just go from day to day
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