Writers Block Poem by Danusha Marie

I search my mind
For words to flow
Raw my emotions
So a poem can grow

A wealth of memories
Well up and grind
Yet a story to tell
I cannot find

Tired fragments
From days of past
Phrases dance
But none do last

How will I write
Create compelling prose
When from this journey
Nothing worthy grows

Is it over and done
My time of creation
Or a temporary drought
For future elation

I'll hold my pen
Keep my paper
And hope this block
Soon will taper

(4/3/14 6: 09pm)