What to do when I cannot write?
I think and I imagine but nothing comes to mind.
No inspiration from music or stories
No inspiration from people or past glories.

Should I step out and breathe the night air?
Take a walk in the familiar woods behind my home?
No, neither of those are quite right
It does no good to go and roam.

Should I write all of my wrongs?
Should I share where my love belongs?
None of these are any good.
All I know is I need some food.

After a snack break

Perhaps I shall write of my inability to write?
Surely that is a subject worthy of the pen!
So this is how I learned to smite
The writer's block I had this night.