Oh, cursed writer’s block how you torment me!
Blasted foe! That will not let me soar on words of poetry or prose!
That makes my mind turn into mush and laughs at me when I try to publish.
Whose blank stare draws me forward to combat, the want of talent that I lack.
So, without a thought in my head, I pick up my pen and face the thing I dread.
And flowing once again, the ideas start to take shape and writing I no longer hate.
Again, I feel the thrill, when words on to paper from my mind start to spill.
So, on the field, I leave my foe defeated, but this battle is doomed to be repeated.
For the fiend will rise up from the grave and once again I’ll be its slave.
So, do you do battle with the dreaded writer’s block? Do you have ways you use to combat it?