Poet’s Block

The feeling of no inspiration where your mind just cannot come up with any creative outlet, where you feel empty and frustrated. 

These blank pages

And ink scratches

Is her irritation

The empty inspiration


The cold wind whooshes

Blowing her pages

Ink splattered the floor

This irritated her more


It took her half her time

To find its meter and rhyme

An hour with no muse

Her pen and paper had no use


She tears through her words

Her pen playing as a sword

But leaves another paper torn

Leaving her expression forlorn


No story to end so happily

No plot twist to add misery

There was nothing poetic to say

Only that she wasted her day


Her mind would not churn

Not a single page was turned

No word permanently written

Only inspiration hidden…



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