The feeling of no inspiration where your mind just cannot come up with any creative outlet, where you feel empty and frustrated.
These blank pages
And ink scratches
Is her irritation
The empty inspiration
The cold wind whooshes
Blowing her pages
Ink splattered the floor
This irritated her more
It took her half her time
To find its meter and rhyme
An hour with no muse
Her pen and paper had no use
She tears through her words
Her pen playing as a sword
But leaves another paper torn
Leaving her expression forlorn
No story to end so happily
No plot twist to add misery
There was nothing poetic to say
Only that she wasted her day
Her mind would not churn
Not a single page was turned
No word permanently written
Only inspiration hidden…
Dear Juliet 