Cyrus Dali Vesuvala - Block and Tackle

And though this world is coming ‘round
This old heart says I’ve sinned
Sit here breaking no new ground
I’m only breaking wind
But in the grand tradition
I burn the midnight lamp
And sit here, poised with pen in hand
An imperious knight
With a serious Writer’s Cramp
With miles to go before I reach
The city of my dreams
Where poets walk the streets and each
Writes poetry by the ream
But in the corner where I stand
The ticking of the clock
Reminds me, poised with pen in hand
Of a serious, mysterious Writer’s Block
Words that do not flow but mock
And add to all my fears
How then shall I tame this block
And tackle all this passing of the years
Forsaken by the living and
Mistaken for a rock
I sit here, poised with pen in hand
And a serious, mysterious Writer’s Block

Written by:
Cyrus Vesuvala

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