Writer’s block
a dam, cementing every opening
every window, every crack
Suffocating
the dragons that fly within
their menacing wings bashing the gates;
Chaining
the scurrying villagers, the shining knights
the kings of old and future days
their sweet escape jammed;
Trapping
the battles waiting to unfold
the princesses to be saved
the heroes, the villains;
The Writer
the creator, the spinner
of tales
sits, paused —
the pen in mouth, chewing
eating ink to help digest,
release;
Blank pages stare back
confused, hungry
wanting words,
the gluttons for adventures;
Alas, disappointment
at the end.
The dam stands
stubbornly strong
without a pass.
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