WRITER'S BLOCK

Here I sit with writer's block
unable to write anything
my concentration is easily knocked
by the quiet sounds of the night

No matter how much I sweat
I can't compose anything
no poems of what I seen
or even where I have been

My once flowing words
are dammed up tonight
I can't think of anything
even though I really want to

I can feel my poems
struggling to be born
but the connecting elements
have got up and gone

Just a void in my life
that simply will not produce
I would really like to write a poem
but what is the use


PAUL VERNON DEFFENDALL
FEBRUARY 1986


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