An Unopened Book
Writers Block
Where are the words, the syllables, the rhymes.
Disorganized, lost in the depths of my mind.
Where are the comas, the colons, to make grammar fine.
The structure, the stanzas, the beat and time.
Where is the passion, the emotion, the thrill.
The triumph, the loses, the fight and will.
Spill out on to this paper unlock.
Oh the pain and agony of this a writer's block.
D.Cody Herring
An Unopened Book
Copyright© September 2016
Disorganized, lost in the depths of my mind.
Where are the comas, the colons, to make grammar fine.
The structure, the stanzas, the beat and time.
Where is the passion, the emotion, the thrill.
The triumph, the loses, the fight and will.
Spill out on to this paper unlock.
Oh the pain and agony of this a writer's block.
D.Cody Herring
An Unopened Book
Copyright© September 2016
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