Writer’s block

I sit down to write.

But my head is heavy.

I think of the words I could put down on paper.

But there are too many nos in my head.

I think of the trips I have done.

But I feel like nothing is good enough to write about.

I think that perhaps I should just try.

But if it’s good it’s going to end up bad anyway.

There’s nothing I can write that will make the water in the river flow again.

But on the bus back home I realise that at this point

the only thing worth writing about is the writer’s block.


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