No more does a spark ignite
nor can I feel it
these ten minutes are taking too long to end
and I’m drowned in emotions and motivations
as I penned away
a beautiful piece of writing

Now its been long
that I have gone swimming
So I step right in
but the ocean keeps me away
Tides of these times are not friendly
and hope is all but washed away

I feel like a machine
on a noble pursuit
but my circuits are blowing away
feels as if I have lost my will, my power
for I cannot pen
a beautiful piece of writing, anymore

There are sparks at times,
and a fire rises too
for a moment, my mind cannot sleep
but my tongue, it keeps shut
and my hands, they loathe to stir
something extraordinary.

They have a name for it,
like a known, diagnosed disease
the writer’s block
and I’m a fighter
so I will cure it one day
by a beautiful piece of writing