The annoyance when you feel the need
To write something
Put your thoughts to words
But it just won't come
You sit there
Drumming your fingers
Wracking your brain
For something to write about
How to start
Your mind draws a blank
You know there's something there
Waiting to escape
To flow from the bottom of your soul
The black ink forming beautiful words
Dancing across the paper
Then there's the spark
That starts the fire
The words flare up inside you
Burn through the pages
Until there's nothing left but smoke
And a page full of firey letters
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