A Craving for Writer's Block

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I slaver with anticipation
as your taunts fly past
let me grapple you
while your fangs pierce
and vilest venom spreads

numb my soul and mind

let me scream and cringe
agonise upon this page
let blankness reign supreme
slay this potent pen
for all of eternity

make your emptiness pristine

hover around my carcass
you scavenging vulture
eat away my rotted entrails
tear at sinews, limb from limb
pluck blind eyes and vitals

drain the fluids of creativity

cloying leech on pallid skin
halt my writing and my speech
in your acid, my verses bleach
let me writhe, mouth agape
drink your unquenchable thirst

hit me hard with writer's block




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Reviews

[Ian Faraway]

Personally, the image is really sick... as in I could picture it in my head and almost puke because of the gross image I pictured in my head... it's really good

[Kerry O'Connor]

Wow! this is quite an extended metaphor - highly original and unusual too - quite the opposite cry from one who cannot escape the urge to write, write, write.

[Joe Medoff]

nice ending, didn't see it coming.

[Charles]

Don't think I've ever seen a writer's block poem with such intensity. Well done. The images are great and the flow is near perfect. :-)