Poems / writing

writer’s block

i’m stuck. it’s so bad.

all the words duck low

and my luck’s a nomad.

it goes to and fro

shows the crux that i’ve had

and exposes my foe

and abruptly goes bad.

my prose are a hoax

a reluctant ghost fad.

© 2013 by Marlon D. Hall. All rights reserved.

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