Ode to Writer's Block

Blank sheet of paper
Unwritten words left unsaid
Ink not spilt
Emotion reflected not upon
Frustration wells inside
Hoping for that one drop of inspiration
On my parched mind
The tumbleweeds of memory
Roll round and round and round and round and round
Every life's action food for thought
My bulimic brain empty
No love, no death, no rainbow psychedelic nightmare dream, no politics, no intellegencia
Just self and pen
Contemplating staring lines of blue on white
Reminding me...
of
NOTHING