Its a block, a passe,
like staring at an empty wine glass,
stale thoughts around,
inspiration, nowhere to be found,
stuck in a routine,
sipping on Jim Bean,
trying to shake my brain,
as life continues to be sucked
out through the drain,
numbness taking over,
words not coming out,
world looks simplified,
where are the doubts?
There used to be a time,
head filled with thoughts galore,
and now I wonder,
why can't I write anymore?
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