I have writer’s block.
A creative slowdown.
To be honest I don’t even know what to say right now.
I’m kind of winging it as I go,
A feeling that I’m sure all writers know.
My brain is a fog.
So much to write but nothing fits,
And here they tell you writing is a gift.
Well it is when it works
But I think my gift broke.
Yup, its on the fritz.
Do they even have a repair man for this?
Probably not, just wishful thinking, oh well.
We’ll see what I write next a joke or a prose.
Maybe both, who knows.
My brain has called out sick.
Or perhaps its a power failure.
I don’t know but words won’t work.
Guess its a vacay day.
Well something like that.
Not sure, you tell me
For I have writer’s block you see.