The Writer's Block

The deadline came, the deadline passed.
My life in peril now is cast.
With worry I am constant frock,
Since overcome by writer's block.

The writer's only mortal dread,
The empty page, does loom ahead.
And thoughts no longer fill my mind,
But rather, vacant space I find.

I pray, I pace, I cannot think.
My brain it seems is on the blink.
What ho! I think a thought has come.
Oh well..., 'twas just a stupid one.

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