From The Paradox

A poem about writers block, like it is said,when you encounter "writer block" then write about writers block, ultimately in the heart of a true writer, the idea of "writers block" doesn't exist.

I'm staring at a blank paper/

Trying to wedge a challenge/

I'm not aiming for an explosion/

just, something as good as a metaphor/

There is always a writers block/

Trying to ponder the passage of the clock/

Time turns and the minute grows older/

I ponder and ponder/

Inspiration rests ahead/

I hear the greatest chanting,shouting and calling/

I feel like i'm failing/

If i havn't impressed myself,the my brain is just ailing/

There is no one to convince,just myself/

aware,that what i write must come from the top of the shelf/

Its no use trying to force these thoughts/

for i know,that the quality of what i think can land me in court/

some of these lines are classic rhyme/

they say "where have you been all this time?!"/

"you abandoned us,robbed us of expression"/

My come back is a leap of regression/

I don't need to take out the best/

I'm not out to prove a thing/

To me it like love held together by eternal bonds/

Celestial,light penetrating through the sky/