I just don’t know
I just don’t know how to start this
I just can’t think
I am searching myself for some sort of inspiration
But I find I am just lost at sea
You see, their are no thoughts in me
My pen can’t move
My hand is stuck without ideas to flow
Like a volcano
I am waiting to erupt
With some great rhyme
Thinking about the time
I spent in Africa
My eyes feasting on its jewels
Of sapphire blue skies and topaz sunrise
Emerald shaded parrots bedazzling the trees
A country laden with treasure
Unable to measure the impact it’s had on me
This writer that I am so desperately attempting to be
Today is not my season
No goddess of wisdom to guide me
No rain replenishing thoughts
My pen just rots
Because I have not one thought
My mind is a blank sheet
I am just thoroughly frustrated beyond belief
How do they do it ?
Day after day
Do they look up to the shimmering skies?
Where rainbows dance
And the northern lights by chance
Bring us nature’s light show
I dunno
I am stuck with this writer’s block
A breath of fresh air might do the trick
And yet
Nothing
Just standing here in the presence of all gods creations
With my thoughts on vacation
An absent foundation for my pen in hand
Perhaps an important topic is my mission
To bring to light the plight of
Kids being bullied in schools
Text messages so cruel
To the point where they feel death is their salvation
Turn on the TV or read the news
What is happening in this nation
Another victim, battered, bruised without any visible signs
Just beaten down virtually on line
I just don’t know
I just don’t know how to begin
I just can’t think
Where is this inspiration?
Gravitation to this aggravation building up inside of me
I am just sitting here
Racking my brain
My hand cramping from writing about nothing
Due to this writer’s block
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