My mind has gone blank
As I stare straight at it
No words are coming out
as I scribble away for hours
No ink has been found, in this snow white paper, it’s as if it has disappeared
Into thin air
I should already have five pages written
but I am stumped.
My imagination, has gone to know where
What is happening
Why can I not think
Why can I not think
of anything creative to say
Have I, lost my creative side
Of my brain
Will I get it back
Or am I doomed
For good
I’ve lost the willingness to write
After hours off distracting myself
Then coming back to my hard wooden desk and cold chair and still
Nothing
As I crumble, a million balls of paper
And throw it and it goes on to the floor
With the other millionth pieces of paper I have thrown
The barrier
of bad news
for I can not write the story to be told
For I have writers block
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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