Writer’s Block

The empty page remains empty
Like my heart remains empty of feeling
No subtle fondness curls in my mind
No embryo rises from the watery depths
In the darkness, its eyes remain closed
And that door, which so many think,
Leads to other worlds, but leads to the truest me,
Stays shut

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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