Writer’s Block

Isabella Shenouda / POETRY

I spend my days on Writers’

Block. Strolling down Memory Lane

Looking for inspiration

That so quickly left and came

I turn right onto Nostalgia Avenue

And left onto Regret Street

Wondering where the time has gone

As I admit defeat

I look at all of the homes

That I preoccupied once before

Filled with new souls

Behind those polished doors

Seeing the faces

Of those who take my place

And knowing that one day,

They, too, will be replaced

I continue on my stroll as I walk up to

Longing Drive