oh writer's block
is a terrible thing:
you know the melody,
but you forget
how to sing;

used to be,
all I could write
was longing
and leaving,
tears dripping,
chests heaving;

now I write of both
joy and pain;
hope for one,
while one remains.

April 26, 2009. Just wait until I listen to some Neil Young songs.

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