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The pencil’s broken The inkwell’s dry
I’m left to sit and wonder why
I search each day and try to find
But words don’t come to this tired mind
None and nothing comes it seems
But endless, worn, and weary dreams
Another night of broken sleep
There seems no thought that I may keep
So I leave you now on this tired night
And, again, reach out for the light
That once again will set me free
And unchain the spirit inside of me
To write…
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Good Night Everybody
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Well, if you’re like me… forcing just doesn’t work. Love the picture of the cat!! 😀 Usually, once I’m in bed, relaxed and about to go to sleep, I think of a few lines I really like, but I can’t get up and write them down or record them into my phone cuz my hubby would get mad… Just sleep and refreshed on the morrow, you’ll be great again. 😀
Thanks, Keli 🙂
You are poetic even about writers block my friend. Sleep well~
Just trying to force something out of a tired brain…, can’t help myself. G’nite, Cuz