Climb

a poem about writers block

As I begin the ascent

I struggle to grasp

the words for making sense

either that or I'm just crass.

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I place one hand on

a perfect rhyme

the other searches

for a clever metaphor to find.

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Moving towards the summit

wishing that this was going better

I hate the scheme of this

maybe I should try and write a letter.

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Up I go

making it to the top

meeting either a stunning view

or a despairing drop.

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