This poem begins and ends with nothing,
There is no sense to this poem at all.
I cannot think of what to write, as I sit here staring at the wall.
My mind is totally blank, as I put pen to paper.
No words will come out, maybe they will later?
I feel as though I’m in a time warp or suffering memory loss,
Why am I writing this poem? I can only call it dross.
This poem has no meaning, just sentences full of words.
People call this writers block, it seems as though your mind just lock.
I think a cat has got my tongue, my head is feeling numb.
I hope you have enjoyed this poem,
I have the greatest feeling of not knowing.
Before you wonder and go astray,
This poem will now end, as I have nothing else to say.
© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber
