I pick up my pen and think, <br />*What should I write about today? * <br />I try to think of what I'm feeling, <br />But nothing comes to mind. <br />I turn on some of my music <br />To try and get my emotions flowing, <br />But I feel absolutely nothing, <br />I just sit there, pen in hand. <br />I used to be able to write, <br />Pretty much every day. <br />But something isn't letting me, <br />I just can't think straight. <br />I close my eyes and take a deep breath, <br />Surely this will do it. <br />I open my eyes and stare at the paper, <br />The vibrant white staring back. <br />This is not a big deal, <br />I will come back tomorrow. <br />So I go to sleep for the night, <br />Until sunlight bellows for me to awake. <br />Its a new day and a fresh start. <br />I sit at my desk and grab my pen. <br />I find a piece of paper, <br />And alas, there is nothing. <br />Why can't I write anything? <br />What is wrong with me? <br />I need an idea or something, <br />Anything for me to write. <br />I start to doodle on the side of the page, <br />And I get a little distracted. <br />Then my drawing sparks an idea, <br />Finally something to write. <br /> <br />I get a fresh sheet of paper, <br />And start to write what I think. <br />But as fast as it appeared, <br />The thought is gone, And I'm Out of Ink. <br /> <br />This poem is about writers block...in case you didnt get that out of it <br /> <br />Written September 9th,2007<br /><br />Dani Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-ink-2/
