Writer's Block Poem by Jacob Bland

Collections of the lost
A mind looking for light
Can't find anything at all
A mind loses sight

It seeks
Searching for something more
It tires and weakens
Looking for what's in store

A mind can't find its thoughts
A mind can't see its face
All it sees is empty lots
All it sees is empty space

It's been far too long
Since it's found something nice
The feelings used to be strong
But those feelings have been but twice

As the mind slowly crumbles
And the soul washes away
A little light slowly bumbles
A mind is no longer stray

It finds the rhythm
It finds the rhyme
It finds the poetry
It finds it just in time