I Can’t Think of a Thing at All
Oh, it’s happened again.
I stare off into space.
My muse has disappeared
without leaving a trace.
They say it happens to everyone,
writers block will fall.
But what an awful feeling
when thoughts begin to stall.
Oh me , oh my
I can’t think of a thing at all.
Gone are the metaphors,
the passion and the angst.
That temperamental muse,
she’s up to her pranks.
Ideas bounce away
like a red rubber ball.
My poetry writing
has hit a brick wall.
Oh me, oh my
I can’t think of a thing at all.
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