Writers Block Blues

In an apartment bare and white
I sat there wondering what to write.
I sat there staring at a table
wondering if I'd be able
wondering through the night.

I contemplated form
As I listened to the thunder
As the storm blew Arkansas asunder.
thinking about the storm
thinking about the thoughts that swarmed

The words had come to mind
Finally, I could find
Finally, I could share
Some words laid out in bare
Some words this poem defined.

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