A Writter's Dilema

Why can I no longer write?

The words I no longer find them at my side

All the emotions and all the sights

Try as I might, unable am I

To put in beautiful black & white

The grip on my pen is tight

And my will I’m sure is quite alright

But the words no longer fly

My hand flowing with movement I can no longer find

No longer am I able to describe

The bright stars in the dark sky

But by the time I finish this line

I will have realized

That I have written this partially clever rhyme

And the elusive words were always fine

Simply tucked away somewhere inside

Waiting for just the right time

To let me know that they are always mine

Now if only I knew where to search when they hide.

by Gabriel Joel

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