Writer’s Block: A Revision

My mind is the Sahara Desert.

Thoughts run aimlessly,

a caravan caught in endless sandstorms.

My pen rides, a stranger in my hand,

cloaked, anxious, mysterious:

searching for oases

rich in palms and shimmering waters

where words can be consumed. 


I’m almost there!

I run, bend down

to quench my burning thirst.

The waters shrink away,

and now my thirst rages

much stronger than before.


I stare at this shiny-white page,

that blinds me

like the hot sands beneath the desert sun,

and the words vanish…

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