Poem: Writer’s Block

And they stand, the knightly dead
The silent warriors, nothing said
I cringe and gasp
How long with it last?
The chatter of mind made loud
The nightly silence getting louder and proud
Hundreds of thoughts, like buzzing bees
Scratching and biting, irritating fleas
No end, no reprieve
I am on my knees
Please good knights bring me ease!
But still they stand? Mocking my disease
With the horror of the knights and night
It will never be all right
And this knightly fright will last
until, I write.
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