Writer’s Block.


I was going to write a blog today but
I was stricken with a terrible case of
writer’s block. So I thought that this old poem of mine would be rather apt.

Writer’s Block.

When words have eluded the pen,
So faint and deluded, what then?
When the tongue has been tied,
And the brain has been fried,
Where can one go?
Will the words ever flow?
When the pencil lies dorment,
And the papers fall vacant.
What can one say?
Will there be a brighter day?
When all pens are stilled,
And all writings cease,
As boredom strikes again,
And all seems bleek and plain.
It causes one to wonder,
And one must begin to ponder.
Has revelation even tried?
Has inspiration finally died?
But, as for now,
One must stop asking ‘How?’
And simply lay the pen to rest,
Upon the silent, dismal desk.
There will be better times,
For apt words and clever rhymes.
But, as for now,
One must take his bow.
And to follow the never-ending trend,
Farewell, this is the end.

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About Jonathon Thigpen

I am a student, writer, photographer, traveler, teacher, and Lego enthusiast, who is endeavouring to be a man after God's own heart.
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