Leo Warne

November 9, 1998 - Kansas
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Ode, To Writer's Block

Oh, writer's block how you confound me.
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?

All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
something that was left behind.
I'm drawing a blank
and begin to tank.

I yearn for the day a pencil was a key,
that could open the cage and set my thoughts free.
All I see is a blank page,
this sends me into a rage.
A pencil such a simple tool,
yet somehow, my life it rules.
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