Writers Block
A poem
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2 min readJul 8, 2020
A blank mind
the peace seekers prize
but not presently mine
it’s pretty chaos I desire
but blank mind
stubbornly declines
and suspends me
eyes
staring out the window
ears
unable to evade
what they must hear
nose
trying to mind its own business
breathing
but instead leaving me
wondering
why the aftermath of
other peoples showers
smell so much better
than when I shower?