capulet,
I am an admirer of your stories,
I hope you knew
Every line I fancied,
Albeit they weren’t for me
Writing was your passion;
An artist to many a masterpiece
But why, all of a sudden,
Did your words fall apart?
The art once fulgent
Has now lost its luster
I know your craft too well
To realize its lack of heart
Nevertheless, I waited
For the next chapters, verses
Still, I loved your poesy
Even with the dry feelings it possessed
Deeper you fell into frustration,
And I, thinking of a solution
Scribed about you
With all the feeling inside of me
Everything, I poured—
Not a drop of emotion I wasted—
From all my admiration
To your literature I held dear
Not knowing the aftermath,
In hopes I grasped
To bring back the heart
Of the writer I always knew and loved
Literary: Writer’s Block
I am an admirer of your stories,
I hope you knew
Every line I fancied,
Albeit they weren’t for me
Writing was your passion;
An artist to many a masterpiece
But why, all of a sudden,
Did your words fall apart?
The art once fulgent
Has now lost its luster
I know your craft too well
To realize its lack of heart
Nevertheless, I waited
For the next chapters, verses
Still, I loved your poesy
Even with the dry feelings it possessed
Deeper you fell into frustration,
And I, thinking of a solution
Scribed about you
With all the feeling inside of me
Everything, I poured—
Not a drop of emotion I wasted—
From all my admiration
To your literature I held dear
Not knowing the aftermath,
In hopes I grasped
To bring back the heart
Of the writer I always knew and loved
You’ve always liked my stories --
Those you could read
Over and over
As if each time were the first
You knew I loved to write
And quite often, I did
Until I found myself
At a constant loss for words
My words came out flat,
As I was filled with the need
To force creativity
When there was none to bring out
Yet not once did you pry
Or rush me to write
Pieces of literature
Which did not come from my heart
On the brink of my frustration,
You wrote me a piece
And you did, with such ease,
Almost enviable in my eyes
But your words touched me,
Enough to make me read them
Over and over,
Bringing about familiar feelings
Like a storm
The ideas came flooding in
And once again
I am inspired to write
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