WRITER'S BLOCK
Here I am indulge in another writers Block, Where’s the motivation
Staring at a blank page, with pen and thinking of a new sensation
Where’s the utmost thing that give my mind stimulation.
Where’s the words, Rhymes and inspirations
Where the thing that makes my words is flow and makes me write with a strong determination.
Where’s the place that will inspire, the place where my words won’t be isolation
From my mind, where’s my creativity that often flows without interrogation
Where are the imaginations, when I need an exploration, of words.
I want to write but I’m empty at the moment, staring at my empty book
Suffering from a dull sensation called Writers Block.