I sit staring
impatiently waiting.
For something,
anything.
My mind is bare.
No words on my page.
As doodles fill the emptiness.
Still nothing...
No rhyme or reason.
No secrets to spill.
My thoughts usually overflowing onto the page.
Today it feels as if my mind is not my own.
An imposter has taken over,
stolen my thoughts.
My brain is motionless,
my hands lifeless.
Unable to imagine.
White and blue lines.
No letters, words.
Not even a scribble.
All that I have are these blank pages.