Stuck

By L G Meadows

Fri, 11 Mar 2011
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The blank page glares at me
Mocking, daring me to fill it
With prose.
The pen protests at my grip
As I force it to paper.
The words glide easily
Out of my head into nothingness
None go to the paper.
Perhaps I should write in the air!

© LG Meadows

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Submitted by Luly Whisper on
Yes, I feel like that sometimes.