Fingers poised above my keys, <br />Waiting for inspiration. <br />Brain not working, nothing coming. <br />Cerebral constipation. <br /> <br />Sometimes the words rush through my head, <br />Then Niagara Falls is flowing. <br />I normally have a lot to say, <br />But now maybe, it’s going. <br /> <br />Could it be a mental glitch? <br />A synapse not quite firing. <br />I sit and ponder on my words. <br />For once I find it tiring. <br /> <br />But in the end I know I’ll win, <br />I just hate to quit. <br />I feel the last line surfacing: <br />And this my friends, is it.<br /><br />Brian Joseph Dickenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writers-block-3/
