My mind is blank, sparse and wordless
attached to no great flurry
No surge or burst to billow forth
or pleasant outbreak to forge
This dearth of words leaves scorn in swords
to attack would deem inefficient
Oh dulcet words, where art thou?
please come to me in rescue
I sit in morn’ awaiting locution
ineptitude now displayed
Avail yourself, engage persona
for words, today, I crave
There are times when I am unable to write, my mind is blank or empty. It’s bloody frustrating. Today is one of those days.