Writer’s Block Décima

This one should hit home for everyone reading this blog. Not just the poets out there. Of course this NEVER EVER NEVER happens to me. (So what if I didn’t write for 4 years.)

My Fresh Pages

Writer’s block is an artist’s mite;
Tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
The malicious blank canvas grinned,
He cocked his head, and laughed in spite.
Who transmitted this parasite?
I want my thoughts to merge and mesh,
Creating poems filled with flesh.
Who ran away with my ideas?
This has confirmed all of my fears.
I buffer when I press refresh.

In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #12 found here

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