Writer’s Block
Published in
Oct 15, 2022
A sense of responsibility to the craft
many discarded drafts
random thoughts that made me laugh
tears that dried leaving autographs
on pillows that chronograph
life in full or half and half.
All those 2am rhymes
I could not choreograph
remained empty paragraphs
as I smiled in a photograph
carrying the cross of a writers block
as my temporary epitaph.
© 2022, T. Kagalwalla.
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