With No Clear Thought Poem by Wandering Scarlet

writers block
stuffs your throat with a sock
makes the clock
go tick tock
my head as clever as a rock
my words trapped with a lock

disabled, it makes me cry
speechless till i die
but all i can do is sigh
and tell another lie
because i am far too shy
to tell them why

to them i said
that my talent was dead
even though i had read
a thousand books instead
as my heart falls like lead
like a snake, my emotions I'll shed
because i know in my head
not everything ends in red

i have nothing important to say
i scribble gibberish to this day
hoping my pathetic efforts will pay
so in my bed i lay
not feeling at all gay
my life becomes mere shades of gray...