A thick blanket has smothered my thoughts.

Nothing happens, my brain aborts.

Real boredom, as my mind goes blank.

No brain

Pen in hand;
Beautifully blank white paper
Staring at you.
Willing you to write.

Pen poised,
Ready to record
Emotions, thoughts,

Writers Block

Damn the dark voids of the empty mind
With its pathetic continuity and vagaries of perception
I plant the seeds

Writer's Lament

A writer is seldom without expression
Without a fragment of thought
Sewn together in a line of truth
And

Writers Block

I sit and think of stories old,
Tales romantic and other.
Stories of mystery,tails so bold
Read to me by mother.

And