The hand lies
limply on the page
Pen flip-flopping flaccidly
insipid, impotent inspiration
Desire, a
vacuous turncoat
betrays me
What to write.
What to write?
What To Write!
nothing.
The hand lies
limply on the page
Pen flip-flopping flaccidly
insipid, impotent inspiration
Desire, a
vacuous turncoat
betrays me
What to write.
What to write?
What To Write!
nothing.