Writers block these words haunt my dreams the torture my every being to some they might just be words but for me they cause a stir emotions i pour out onto a blank page to help you understand you must first engage entering my world the tortured world of a poet is instant suicide you start out great writing a whirl wind of words then suddenly it comes from around the curve 12 is a number that spells out
w-r-i-t-e-r-s b-l-o-c-k
