Out Of Ink Poem by Dani Miller

I pick up my pen and think,
*What should I write about today? *
I try to think of what I'm feeling,
But nothing comes to mind.
I turn on some of my music
To try and get my emotions flowing,
But I feel absolutely nothing,
I just sit there, pen in hand.
I used to be able to write,
Pretty much every day.
But something isn't letting me,
I just can't think straight.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath,
Surely this will do it.
I open my eyes and stare at the paper,
The vibrant white staring back.
This is not a big deal,
I will come back tomorrow.
So I go to sleep for the night,
Until sunlight bellows for me to awake.
Its a new day and a fresh start.
I sit at my desk and grab my pen.
I find a piece of paper,
And alas, there is nothing.
Why can't I write anything?
What is wrong with me?
I need an idea or something,
Anything for me to write.
I start to doodle on the side of the page,
And I get a little distracted.
Then my drawing sparks an idea,
Finally something to write.

I get a fresh sheet of paper,
And start to write what I think.
But as fast as it appeared,
The thought is gone, And I'm Out of Ink.

This poem is about writers block...in case you didnt get that out of it

Written September 9th,2007