I sit down to write
But nothing comes to mind
I think deep and long, but
Not a thought I can find
I gaze up to the night
Hoping for inspiration
I draw a complete blank
My brain, no cooperation
I listen to some music
All I hear is white noise
Like a beeping flat line
The result, it only annoys
I look at some photos
But nothing comes about
Not even a single word
Is this called creative drought?
©schizology
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