Writer's Block Poem by Srivishnu Rentala

My mind, once a haven for creativity,
is now so sullen, slowly fading.
What hitherto was the core of buzzing activity,
lies abandoned, languidly degrading.
With eyes wide open, I'm all ears
for any idea, who I so desperately seek.
But unfortunately, I'm afraid, it appears,
my mind refuses to speak.
With all my might, I search and explore
through the realms of imagination.
For a thoughtful insight, I implore
for a concept, a hint, an inspiration.
And then it dawned upon me,
what "Writer's Block" meant:
sitting with blank sheets aplenty,
and a mind so empty
I'm a poet with a muted pen.