Writers block
Writers block
In oblivion the words are lost,
Unknowingly the story is pushed aside,
I want to continue at whatever cost,
But my hands told me that if I fought I would've died.
In front of the Himalayas I stand on the ground,
My goal is far away and out of sight,
There are many mountains for me to mount,
But my body tells me I cannot win this fight.
A severe snowstorm blocks my way,
Makes me tumble off mountain and rock,
This doesn't just happen on only this day,
Oh dear, oh dear, what to do with my writers block?
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