#48 - My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden

A WRITER’S MALADY

Words that used to excite me
seldom do more than bore.
Whatever disease I suffer,
there’s no apparent cure.

A poem locked in my head,
tales that beg to be told,
remain unreleased on paper
from imagery grown cold.

Finding light in the darkness,
escaping talents that mock,
I desperately seek relief from
crippling writer’s block.