Writer's Block

I am looking at you my blasted pen.
For no word can flow from you today.
It feels like I am bursting inside.
But yet my black pen you have nothing to say.
No descriptive way, no flow or sway.
All ideas but no word to pave the way.

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This is a beautiful

This is a beautiful description of what writers block truely is! Love the poem!