I feel like I should write something
But something’s been built; a block
On my creativity, taking away that zing
That stunned people in shock
From time to time. They’d say
Wow, I can’t beleive you thought
To put our world as a needle in hay,
Your mind boggles me, I ought
To bookmark this for sure.
Or maybe even sometimes
Call my work a flop in need of cure
Or more concise a scheme of rhymes,
Yet still the ideas would flow
And create something, if only a few
Lines, repeating row on row.
At least then I always knew
That I could think beyond my small
Mind; but nothing is inspiring
Anymore. I freeze. I begin to fall.
I feel like I should write something
But my fingers seize up and shake
And my mind drifts off to more concise
Pleasures. Maybe I should bake a cake?
At least then it would thaw this wretched ice.