As I hold this blank paper
Nothing springs to mind
No words fly around my head
No topics I can find
No ideas come together
As I slightly tap my pen
Along to the silence
As I look at the paper again
Circles used to form
Of all my magic creations
Now I hold nothing but paper
With a written abbreviation
There are no words in my head
No ways to write
No colourful sparks
Its just black and white
Is this it? My last poem
Or will I recover my words
Able to talk about anything
From flowers and birds
To guns and hate
Or am I stuck in this block
Unable to carry on writing
My thoughts lodged in the lock
