Canyon (an acrostic poem)

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Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled

As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road

Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear

Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger

On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity

Now it was time to pay for all those years of running…  A single shot echoed.

Writer’s Block (an acrostic poem)

***  In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***

 

When the walls begin to surround you

Reigning in your creativity

It might make you feel claustrophobic

The words stop flowing

Every syllable a struggle

Rendering the process to a halt

Silence becomes the norm

 

But there is always hope

Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit

Or maybe even some explosives

Completely shoot everything you have at it

Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more