Feeling Uninspired

This is basically a poem about being inspired about being uninspired

I’m sitting in my desk

Hot chocolate by the papers

Cat in my lap

Pencil in hand

Everything feels complete

But when the pencil tip hits the paper, nothing happens

Only a tiny black dot covers the massive white paper

I look out my window at the outdoor scene

Pet my cat

Watch television

Listen to music A

nd read, yet I cannot come up with a single idea

I see the iridescence of my vibrant new green coat

I feel the caress of my cat’s whiskers brush my face

And I love the sound of a hobo’s acoustic guitar

But I cannot write the intense emotions down

Writer’s block is restraining my hand from creative movement like a crippling disease

And I feel as if it cannot be cured

I despise having no inspiration and when I cannot find the words to describe the beauty of a field of red roses

Eradicate the paralysis from my brain to my fingers and let the words flow again