Writer’s Block

Ask me to write
to act on paper
but there is nothing to say
nothing worth saying

I only chase thoughts
spinning in my head
the only place things exist
before they slip away from the crowd
dizzy and bruised
barely recognizable

So no.
no more of that
it is tired
waiting for the mind to cease
or fill with fire
neither of which will oblige

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