Pen in my hand,
Scattered paper around,
But nothing comes forth,
No words to astound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sit, and I sit\u2026.
Then I sit some more,
But the page remains blank,
Thought becomes a chore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I stand and I pace,
Back and forth, back and forth..
I give in, I give up!
It\u2019s become a bore\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou shall not have us!\u201d
I imagine they say,
These evasive words\u2026
Won\u2019t come out to play.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My sword becomes dull,
No longer an instrument of light,
So I cast it aside,
Tomorrow, we shall fight\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tomorrow comes and goes,
The sword lies alone,
Words celebrate their victory,
Over a fallen writer\u2019s throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Though this battle was lost,
I\u2019ll return one night,
To retake my throne,
In this never-ending fight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pen in my hand,Scattered paper around,But nothing comes forth,No words to astound. I sit, and I sit\u2026.Then I sit some more,But the page remains blank,Thought becomes a chore. So I stand and I pace,Back and forth, back and forth..I give in, I give up!It\u2019s become a bore\u2026 \u201cYou shall not…<\/p>\n