I sit there in the waiting room, my nerves on tenterhooks

Wondering if I’ll make it through the day;

Other patients whisper and they give me funny looks,

Ain’t they ever seen a grown man pray?

Sure I’m scared – who wouldn’t be? This thing was in my brain,

Today I’d get results in from the test;

To think that just two months ago I felt as right as rain,

I bet he gives me fourteen days, at best.

It started out so sneakily, a small headache or two,

I thought that I could shrug it off – no drama!

Now it’s six weeks later and we know it’s not the flu,

Some would say poetic justice – karma.

Then I hear my name called by an old and ugly nurse,

Tells me that the Doc will see me now;

As I shuffle forward I can feel it’s getting worse,

A month ago I would have jeered the cow.

There’s the Doc – his face is grim – I know it’s bad for sure,

I brace myself so I don’t die of shock;

“I’m sorry, Mr. King, but there isn’t any cure –

You have a full-blown case of writer’s block!”

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