Poet's Block

There's scribbles on my paper,

Mostly just zig zags,

My mind is dryer than ever,

The ink in my pen is flowing faster than my words.

My mind has become lazy this hot summer,

I guess I forgot to open the gate,

To the flow of words in my river,

My muses have taken a vacation.

I've been trying to write about different things,

But they've become a bore,

It doesn't interest me, I'm running in circles like rings,

And all around me are walls.

They look easy to climb,

But it doesn't look like I can slow down,

And I doubt I could stop on a dime,

I'm going faster and faster.

Where has my imagination gone?

My mind can't find the brake on this machine,

Something has gone wrong,




Suddenly everything stops.