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Writers Block

Thanks for your support

Writers Block

Wondering, Thinking, my thoughts are sinking,
Confusing, amusing, that words I`m losing.
What should I write, what should I say,
When nothing really happens, not in one day.

When the light is dull,
And the dark brings null,
What thoughts should I put on paper?

Should I type sour, or hurt,
Should I talk lovers, or Hell, soft dirt?

Maybe I should write something that means something,
Something other than myself.
Maybe I just need a break,
And step back from that shelf.

All I know is that I need this,
This poetic flow, a sense of hope.
Or maybe I`m just into the attention,
Maybe it’s a way I can cope.

So,
I`m here to stay,
Thank you for your support
You lift up this Fishes day.
Probably more than you thought.

What should I write?

The Fish of the Sea
 

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Chris Bond

Good morning ! A feeling I've certainly gone through ! The dreaded writers block when you stare at the paper or screen and you are groping for those words that dance in front of you and elude like eels (to borrow a fish metaphor !). A very powerful write that strongly resonated with me , well done . Chris ;)

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The fish of the sea

Good morning Chris, for me at least! I`m glad you enjoyed the poem! Been a bit lost lately, but I reckon I`ll have more coming in the Future! Thanks again for your support and for the follow~. All the best, The Fish of the Sea.

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