Writer’s Block

The words are right there,

on the tip of my tongue.

But try as I might,

the words just won’t come.

I’m stuck in a rut,

a glitch with no cure.

No rhymes to be found,

a brain cramp for sure.

What can be said

for a writer with no words?

Like a chef without spices,

it’s just for the birds

I need a sharp slap

to the back of my head.

But try as I might,

my brain is like lead.

Words oh words,

you’ve left me in a bind.

I’m truly convinced,

I’m losing my mind. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole