Blocked in my mind
All thoughts have left
Writer's block
What a cruel joke
Ending all possibility of creativity
My mind is a jail
And my words have been arrested
Granted no bail
What to write?
Tales about love?
Trust?
Heartbreak?
Loss?
Anything, anything at all?
Nothing
My mind is blank
Have my words ran away?
Possibly.
My creativity is gone
All that's left to do is search
Search for inspiration
Search for creativity
Writer's block
What a cruel joke
- I need ideas. I hope you guys enjoyed this poem. Please like and comment. And if you give me an idea then I'll shout you out. Thanks again for reading.
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