Writers Block

The despicable disease
It grabs your mind in a vice
And holds it closed with a certain vengeance
Letting not one word out
It leaves its victims staring into the eyes of medusa
Fingers as stiff as stone
A paralyzed mind
And yet, there lays the irony
For from writers block
This poem was born


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