Writer’s Block

 

My mind almost blank.

Not many words in the tank.

A reservoir drained,

But it can be explained.

The will is exemplary:

Concentration is temporary.

There are things to be said,

That are stuck in my head.

Views of the world,

Constantly swirled,

Force procrastination:

A deliberate reservation.

Motivation is slight.

Exhaustion, my plight.

Inspiration is sought,

To give freedom to thought.

Open the cage

To beauty and rage.

Use my wisdom and age

To fill this empty page.