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The wordsmith's dead wits.
Muse no more amused
Just memories of words welded,
Skeletons of walking expressions.
Apathy for the alienated pen
Empathy withdrawn
Only traces of walking shadows of the machinery...
The moment when strength is weak
When life seems dead
The inky pen bleeds no more
Penstruation is history
No longer can make the lines visible.

Are you suffering from Writer's Block?

TheAgba:
The wordsmith's dead wits.
Muse no more amused
Just memories of words welded,
Skeletons of walking expressions.
Apathy for the alienated pen
Empathy withdrawn
Only traces of walking shadows of the machinery...
The moment when strength is weak
When life seems dead
The inky pen bleeds no more
Penstruation is history
No longer can make the lines visible.

Ironical that in the post- reproductive life of your pen, it still have fruits budding into witty and imaginative expression.

Writer's block it is.

joseph1832:
Are you suffering from Writer's Block?

If I understand you, then it's a No. Just have no time to type. Moreover, I've been offline.

My boss...how have you been ? Kinda missed your gigantic ridges.

TheAgba:
If I understand you, then it's a No. Just have no time to type. Moreover, I've been offline.

My boss...how have you been ? Kinda missed your gigantic ridges.

Oh I was referring to the poem, cos that was the message I perceived there.

I've been better and doing great, thanks for asking.

joseph1832:
Oh I was referring to the poem, cos that was the message I perceived there.

I've been better and doing great, thanks for asking.

Oh...got ya.
But like seriously, would that really happen to one when death is yet sad ?

TheAgba:
Oh...got ya.
But like seriously, would that really happen to one when death is yet sad ?

It depends on a whole lot of things..

Great piece... Great title.... Inspired!