Block

Block”d I sit in the dark, At random I get a little spark, The night is near blithe, Curious, wondersome, full of light, What seemed but a hunch, Passes like the hour of daily lunch, What did I do with my day, Had fun but could not find my way, In all of life’s daily bushel, It seems hard to keep with the hustle, I am not judged on what I think, But I am judged by the words I do Ink, A little here and a little there, Well, now I am almost ready to share, Time does Tic and It does Toc, Now I hope I am over my Writer’s Block. Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein