Writer's Block Poem by Angello Furigay

To start off this poem
Let me tell you
I'm at a writer's block
This poem has no value
I am just staring at the clock
As I sit here waiting for something to happen
My brain seems to flatten

I lie on my desk
I am in distress
These words are a mess
I do confess
I go to the park to look for inspiration
My poem can be anything
There is no limitation

Anything in the park will do
When I went to the park my inspiration grew
There were dogs, balls, bikes, and many things too
They were all so great
But I didn't need it anymore
My poem is already made