it’s like juicing an orange that has already been juiced,

over an empty, thirsty glass 

 

it’s like your thoughts running long-winded marathons,

and none cross the finish line 

 

it’s like sifting through pebbles in search of gems,

only to realize there are none

 

it’s like opening a book in anticipation, 

just to find blank, empty pages 

 

it’s a monster that sucks the colour out of rainbows,

but monsters don’t exist,

and the colours-rainbows metaphor is cliché 

 

and you stare at the clock as its hands tick by, 

while the paper sits silent and empty 

 

you watch the cursor blink as it sits in its place, 

that top leftmost corner of the page 

 

symptoms of writer’s block may include, but are not limited to:

feeling uninspired,

anger,

frustration,

unprecedented amounts of sighing and frowning,

and getting absolutely nowhere. 

 

but at least it’s not contagious 


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