Writer’s block is so real, lacking creativity,
Inspiration ain’t cooperating with me,
Something will be created, but belatedly,
Until then I’m winging this creation you see
Normally, have some idea of what I will write,
Form a plan, go from there, thoughts have slowed down tonight,
Only way through the block is progressing despite
All your initial urges to call it a night
Notebook stays open, with my pen still in hand,
Writing shit off the cuff is harder than when planned
Throwing ideas out there, until one of them land,
My mind’s still deserted, all it’s missing is sand
I’m experimenting, can I write without stress?
Can I find the right words for the points I address?
How does my work stack up, when I do not express
The feeling’s inside that I hide and repress
When I started this thing, destination unknown,
Had no real aim for this, I struggled and it’s shown,
Pushing myself, in this world, an attempt to hone
The skills to produce something when outside my zone.
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Was feeling the urge to write but had nothing. Writer’s block struck. And then it hit me. Why not write about lack of creativity to spark creativity? So I kinda just went with it. This is the result