An empty page,
Words stuck in my throat, like a cage.
No ideas of what to write,
But I must pass this stage,
Complete it by tonight.
Still my mind is blank,
No kind of word-bank,
Just meaningless thoughts, mixing like stew,
No inspiration from which to yank.
If only could I one sentence brew.
Unfortunately I'm no word mage,
Nor a fearless knight,
Rather a fool, to be quite frank.
With no way, in this quest, to carry through.
Yet here I am at these last lines,
Finally conforming to my deadlines
Writing about not knowing what to write about... : )
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