Writers Block

I can’t think of what to write

And I’m pressuring myself to write.

To think of a topic to write about so I will keep my streak.

But I don’t know what to write so I’m writing about writing

And now of course

The words flow like a river

Through my brain into my fingers

Furiously typing to get a poem out.

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