Brian Joseph Dickenson - Writers block

Fingers poised above my keys, Waiting for inspiration. Brain not working, nothing coming. Cerebral constipation. Sometimes the words rush through my head, Then Niagara Falls is flowing. I normally have a lot to say, But now maybe, it’s going. Could it be a mental glitch? A synapse not quite firing. I sit and ponder on my words. For once I find it tiring. But in the end I know I’ll win, I just hate to quit. I feel the last line surfacing: And this my friends, is it.Brian Joseph Dickensonhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writers-block-3/