Writers block

I sit down to write

But nothing comes to mind

I think deep and long, but

Not a thought I can find

I'm drawing a blank

Nothing but static

Only white noise

Nothing in the attic

I gaze into the night

Hoping for inspiration

I draw a complete blank

My brain, no cooperation

I'm drawing a blank

Nothing but static

Only white noise

Nothing up in the attic

I listen to some music

All I hear is white noise

Like a beeping flat line

The result, it only annoys

I'm drawing a blank

Nothing but static

Only white noise

Nothing to find in the attic

I look at some photos

But nothing comes about

Not even a single word

Is this called a creative drought?

I'm drawing a blank

Nothing but static

Only white noise

There's nothing up in the attic