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Writer's block

  • 20th Jan, 2005 at 8:11 AM
Put pen to paper,
And try to write.
Instead a blot of blue
Grows slowly, upon my page.

Hand won't move,
Voice is gone.
Where's the goddamn verse?
Where's the fucking song?

I need the pain
That draws out the fire.
Overfills me with passion
That spills out in ink.

Now that I live
And now that I feel,
I won't go back
I won't die again.

Simon Law
20 January 2005, 8:17.
Montréal, QC.