My mind is dry, my thoughts shrinks
The words that was once like an endless sea
Now cannot reside, lost, and falter
A sudden escape into the abyss
No phrase unfold, no idea bloom
My brain stiff and still
Every word struggles to find its way
I search for spark, but only gets the smoke
The page remains an empty space
A writer blocks, my being could feel its present
I long to write, to let words flow freely
But they were trapped in a vacuum, unable to be
I look at the blank space
Perhaps someday the dawn will break
The trapped sea will let loose and words will rush like a river
Perhaps someday the dam of words will break
Perhaps someday all the words that struggle to find a way will break out
Until then I'll sit and wait
Staring at the blank pages with a writer's despair
