Writers Block

The words are stuck today
Like gum in a child's hair
Like chewing gum in a tangled, mangled mess of a child's hair.

The words feel dull today
Like rain on a gloomy day
Like rain on a very grey, overcast, colorless day.

The words are asleep today
Like a bear in hibernation
Like a bear in a deep and unwakeable hibernation.

The words won't play today
Like children who have a fever
Like very sick children in bed with a terrible fever.

The words are stuck
The words feel dull
The words are asleep
The word won't play
The words are just stuck today

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