Breaking Writer’s Block (112)
Distraction between my mind and writing.
Beautiful lines can clump together,
— and mine —
they are clumped under a rock somewhere.
Together with inspiration they hide out.
This day stretches to the edge of sanity.
Eventually need of want builds up.
Excelerating desire into an explosion.
Stir crazy finds inspiration’s hiding place,
and the cycle recommences.
Poem number 112 of 365.
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Feels good like picking at a scab. Little crusty bit that flakes away. Satisfaction reached when blood does not form.medium.com