A writer’s block( Haibun)

What happens when you want to write but struggle to find those elusive words. You look in hope at inane things and make sage ones your Muse.

But again the words play truant. There is an arid terrain and you yearn for a tempest of words, a surge of thought, a storm of ideas and the emotional surf. But all your hopes dash to ground as you fail to pen your thoughts.
Penning a few words,
Ink runs dry on blank paper,
A vacuity.

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