Stuck.

Staring at the blank page,
thoughts collide in my mind, creating fragments.
These fragments jumble into a mess of letters,
losing their coherency.

The rigid constraint of these thoughts between my ears is like a prison
with the gates of freedom being that first word.

I tap my pen on my desk and stare.
I stare for a long while.
Then I write…

Stuck.

-akw-

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