Hear tick of time

For words that chime

No ideas knock

Through writer's block

My mind feels stress

From daily mess

My pen ignored

Through heart's discord

I close my eyes

With troubled sighs

I watch mind leak

Clear pictures streak

Most don't make sense

As my mind vents

A bit of shock

Subconscious mocks,

"Now, there's no dam

There's no word jam

Take up thy pen

Don't wait for yen

Begin to write

Despite your plight

And words will flow

To capture woe

And drain your pain

Your heart retains

And with some time

Your heart may chime

A simple tune

Break pain's cocoon

Then you may write

Your heart's delight

Incite a smile

End pain's exile."

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