A Writer’s Block

when you see the world
into faded grey
smile raises an inch
words out of pressure.

clock ticks, says deadline
you’re still first verse hell
trying to heal fragments
rubble to treasure.

that’s when avenue
of ideas --- none
always ended into
libretto fell short.

communed Muses out
and pen not aroused
no ink reaches climax
froze due to chaos.

it doesn’t make sense
when you follow rules
caged minds cerebral shocked
heartless soul in vain.

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