Why does the page stay blank
and stare at me
my pen does move
nor will it construct those elegant words again.
The creativity has vanished
leaving behind a text of emptiness.
My conscience is a blurr,
and is wandering through my mind without guidence.
I can sit for hours,
days,
weeks,
with the white glare of the computer screen
shining into my eyes,
burning them, and forcing them to cry.
I turn over the empty pages,
I look over the story unwritten,
and there is only one thing that I can say...
the end.
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