Was that all there was
could he really be done
it was becoming like work
no longer fun
It once was a joy
the rhymes came so easy
but lately a burden
leaving his stomach quite queasy
It was upsetting as hell
when he couldn't find words
like as if freedom was across the river
and he could not find the fjord
He was stuck on this side
as if a curtain had been drawn
yet he knew he couldn't quit
yet there was no way to move on
It was a terrible feeling
being trapped there in limbo
having so much in his heart
and so little to show
Was it time to give up
time for him to quit writing
what would become of his life
it was a time that was frightening
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