My Comeback (sort of... )

I desperately need to write! Unfortunately I'm having my hands bound, voice gagged and mind numbed by this insidious creature called the Writer's Block. And yes, I've been plagued by it for months on end now, which kinda explains my absence. Ha. Feeble attempt at concealing Procrastination eh... Still, lately I've been feeling sudden surges of literary madness, which can come and go as fast as you can enunciate 'biennale'. Wait a minute, you mean that word is beyond you? Say 'bee-air-nah-lay'. There, it wasn't as difficult right? Anyway, the point I'm making here is that the urge to write lingers just long enough to get the ends of your fingers tingling for the keyboard, but just as you think you have that burning idea encased in concrete, it breaks apart and you're left with bits and pieces of powdery nothingness. Oh well.

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You bade me run and I took heed,
But didn't I fall and badly bleed?
You conjured castles in the air,
But soon enough they all laid bare.
You banished Hope and Eternity,
Thus I wept for all humanity.
Now your shadow lingers in my consciousness,
But I'm breaking the bonds of your madness
With Dignity.