by Jordyn Coats
Emotionally invested
with feet held to the fire,
crunch time for thoughts to unwind
quickly comes into focus as the clock ticks down to the wire.
This pen shuffling against previously scribbled ideas
makes my aching fingers grow weak and tired.
Deadlines await! I know! But, it's only minutes now
until my writer's block decides to retire.
Oh, but my years of training should have spotted
this tricky, yet well placed camoflauged trip wire -
set by some enemy of mine, I'm sure -
activating another dreadful round of live ammunition fire.
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