I sometimes have many thoughts running through my head.
The ideas are overflowing the words seem to be flowing off my pen.
Other days I dread, my mind is quiet I am out of ideas.
The add a poem button seems to taunt me.
The writers block it haunts me.
In the silence of my mind I find no comfort.
I want to be brimming with ideas.
I would rather feel some intense emotion, love or devotion.
I can write about Love or loss.
It is tough to feel uninspired.
I don't feel comfortable with the silence of my mind.