Holding a pen and paper,
As I sit to write,
Nothing comes up in my mind and
I realise there isn't anything to write

Trying to think a bit more,
I look here and there
Searching for anything...something..
I shift my mind's gears

Still, I fail at my attempts
And can't scribble even a line
And thus, I end up with a shitty poem
One, which I would never sign

I know I am boring you too
With this useless blabber
But what can I do, you say,
When my mind refuses to yield better?

A/N: I am short of ideas for real. I don't know what to write. 😐