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A Poets' Prayer

On this day, I cannot create
I cannot write
I've drawn a blank and,
There is nothing there, but-
Empty spaces
Where my words should be

Oh, the reality of the things that is
And, what could be?

Those things, which are inscribed
Upon the tables of my heart:
Yet, inexpressive of my thoughts
To of which and when,
My Writers' Block departs
Seated at my desk, is where I shall be
To create again

Relieve me of this hollowness,
This absence, this emptiness and void
Dub thee begetter of words
Persuade my inventiveness
To Produce & Cultivate
That I may give birth to a poem.

Written by MzBHavin


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