Writer's Block

Can’t think

Can’t write

The brain is like mush

Full of nonsense

Full of nothing.

I try to type

But no words

Will appear

Nothing reach’s the mind

No string of content.

The days pass on by

But still, no words

Not even a sentence

To create

Produce or prompt or induce.

So, I sit with my mind

Blank and bereft

Trying to gain

A bit of effort

To continue on.

Days pass by

Weeks pass by

Still, no words

Will come

To push me on.

So, instead, I read a book

See the world

Do the things I love

As I slowly start to rectify my mind

Giving me the clarity to write.

The things I see

The experience I feel

Will surely boost my mind

To write and create

When my fingers move freely

On the page.

Poetry Lark