by Semra Yeo

Created on: February 20, 2009

A thick blanket has smothered my thoughts.

Nothing happens, my brain aborts.

Real boredom, as my mind goes blank.

No brain cells left, I'm as thick as a plank.

My imagination has gone far away,

It won't be coming back to me today.

No pen to paper or keyboard clatter.

No inspiration, what is the matter?

I'll eat some treats because I'm bored,

Food consumed that I can ill afford.

To remove the blockage, I know not how.

Boredom has changed to frustration now!

Executive toys I've got the lot.

Nothing will clear this writers block.

Something must be in this head of mine?

Just one idea, so I can write a line.

A whole morning just frittered away.

No inspiration came calling my way.

All that is needed is a tiny seed,

An exiting thought, that's what I need.

When the inspiration river flows,

Moments of boredom from my memory goes.

I love the feeling when the fog has risen.

I'm freed from this, my personal prison.

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