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For about an entire week, I experienced the writer's block. All I did was pace and peek, At the old broken wall clock. I had the compulsion to write, But I lacked the inspiration. Though I had the burning desire, I couldn't find the motivation. The quest took me to the book, And I found nothing there. I tried a completely different look, That resulted in nothing either. Whatsoever I really did, Produced nothing much In spite of this, I didn't want to quit So I tried a deeper search. I searched within others They had nothing either. So I liaised with some brothers, Some had nothing to share. Then I tried my fellow writers, They had everything over there I tried to search beyond them, And the question was where? So I said to myself **** What about I stay right here! IB-Poetry©️ 3/9/2018
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
A Beautiful Poetry,A Fictional Write
For about an entire week, I experienced the writer's block. All I did was pace and peek, At the old broken wall clock. I had the compulsion to write, But I lacked the inspiration. Though I had the burning desire, I couldn't find the motivation. The quest took me to the book, And I found nothing there. I tried a completely different look, That resulted in nothing either. Whatsoever I really did, Produced nothing much In spite of this, I didn't want to quit So I tried a deeper search. I searched within others They had nothing either. So I liaised with some brothers, Some had nothing to share. Then I tried my fellow writers, They had everything over there I tried to search beyond them, And the question was where? So I said to myself **** What about I stay right here! IB-Poetry©️ 3/9/2018
This is fictional but purely a beautiful poetry...I have been busy trying to get life's tight grips from my neck.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
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