Paper blank,
Mind blank,
Words are nowhere in sight.
Pen touches page,
With a hopeful flourish,
Only to receive great disappointment…
Nothing comes,
A lack of inspiration,
Everything at a halt,
Silent as you stare at the page,
Severe writer’s block.
Paper blank,
Mind blank,
Words are nowhere in sight.
Pen touches page,
With a hopeful flourish,
Only to receive great disappointment…
Nothing comes,
A lack of inspiration,
Everything at a halt,
Silent as you stare at the page,
Severe writer’s block.
Grass billowing in the breeze,
Leaves tumbling from the trees,
No more buzzing of the bees,
No more summer fun to seize,
Autumn is here,
In front of me.
