Staring, slowly speaking, blank screen ahead.
Pictures stuck, no way out left you here
No words come, and time is up, the screen turns
Black, nighttime, coal, jet just black
Black and blue, like your bruising heart
And inspiration, or the ever-taunting inspiration,
Mocks you, waiting for you to crack,
But you sit patiently, out witting it
But slowly, every slowly steaming inside until
One day you burst,
No more words come
No more pictures left.
They are gone.







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