WRITER'S BLOCK

Myself is a pen

My mind is the ink

Produce my own work

Improve my writing

Write down in words

As the ink wells

Whenever the dark liquid

Is nowhere to be found

The ideas are then fixed

At the back of my mind

Author without stories

Like a pen without ink

Angry and depressed

Lie down on the desk

Time flies

Ink filled

Ideas back

The happiest moment ever.