Pieces of my notebook paper
lie scattered on the floor
Trying to write a poem but
nothing comes to my mind
The words in my head go in
circles without making sense
This time the writer’s block
doesn’t want to leave
I went to the kitchen
to brew some nice hot coffee
It’s 3 a.m. and I’m still
totally and completely awake
My only companion, my
annoying cat sitting on my lap
I turned on the television,
but nothing was there either
Just those constant brain-
washers and bad news
Back again to my notebook
armed with my pen in hand
Ready to leave a piece of my
heart and soul in every word
The battle goes on and this
writer’s block will not win.
