A poet can be empty too

Wrote a line, erased it

Wrote another one, "It's a waste fit"

Empty box of brain, I faced it

Weak mental inertia, I traced it

The best piece of art; I misplaced it

Paper empty all day, I disgraced it

I jerk my thoughts and shake it

But nothing comes forcefully, I admit it

I can feel empty too, I embraced it

~Everyday to be perfect~, I gazed it

`Perfection doesn't exist`, I hate it

But imperfection is an art—lemme say it

The flag of Blemishes; Let's wave it

"No Idea for a new story", let's make it

Let's shave our imagination, let's grate it

I had no poem for today, I raised it

It may be a nonsense, but I carved it

We can have fun sometimes, please rate it

A poet can be empty too; Let's bear it.

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Author's note:

I swear, Today I struggled with my mind but I got nothing... There are days like that? Does this happen to you too? Or am I the only "Brain-baked" girl? Don't forget to rate my poem ;D Just don't give it a zero. lol