Dateline
A merciless judgement
Bottle necked a brain
In search of ideas from
A dried up well of inspiration.
Tensed and stressed over,
Pen clamped between teeth
Fingers lost, wandering in a black hedge above
A mind immersed in a swamp of mess
Of mud that traps and buries even deeper
By every second.
The contract about to run out of value
Cruelly taunting to give up,
But no, the mind starts the windmills and turbines
Empowering the thoughts into colorful creativity.
Unwinding the trapping teeth,
The pen magnetized to a sheet
Translating emotion-filled-brainstorms
Into draft of characters
Only legible to the creator
A sigh of relieve was heard,
Satisfaction of to have had
Sailed away from the bays of empty-handed
Finally.
By 7 spades
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