For about an entire week,
I experienced the writer's block.
All I did was pace and peek,
At the old broken wall clock.
I had the compulsion to write,
But I lacked the inspiration.
Though I had the burning desire,
I couldn't find the motivation.
The quest took me to the book,
And I found nothing there.
I tried a completely different look,
That resulted in nothing either.
Whatsoever I really did,
Produced nothing much
In spite of this, I didn't want to quit
So I tried a deeper search.
I searched within others
They had nothing either.
So I liaised with some brothers,
Some had nothing to share.
Then I tried my fellow writers,
They had everything over there
I tried to search beyond them,
And the question was where?
So I said to myself ****,
What about I stay right here!


IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018