I sit here, the pen posed,
Over a blank lined page,
But the feelings won’t flow,
Stuck at the tip of this pen,
Forgotten words lost forever,
Never to be realised again,
Blank thoughts flowing over me,
Thoughts that need to be lost,
Stuck in my mind where I don’t want them,
Blank feelings of despair,
Yet none are shown on this paper,
Blocked for eternity,
Not able to break free,
Nothing comes for the moment,
But soon enough the words will flow.