Writer's Block

I don’t know what to write today,

On this blank document,

I think of anything because,

I keep getting distracted.

I walked and talked and went around,

I sat and ate and still nothing came.

 

The birds chirped outside,

Trying to tell me something.

But my powers were far too weak

To understand pen down their song.

The trees swayed dancing along,

To music to which my ears were too deaf to hear.

 

And the pages of books turning fast and frustratingly,

And the pen clicking with ultimate impatience

And the flashing lights failing to communicate with me

And the sound of my mind’s mechanisms uselessly whirring,

Nothing could strike the spark and

Light the fuse of the bulb so I can begin to write.

 

My mind was frozen with writer’s block,

And I’m waiting for the temperatures to rise

And melt it down.