I’ve lost my niche to write it seems,
I can’t put down a line,
Not a single silly poem,
Has even crossed my mind.
I’m baffled by this blank space,
Not an image, thought or jingle,
Be the writer block in me,
Can’t even raise a tingle.
Stories from the past are vivid,
When I unleash the power of words.
Why the words don’t come to me?
Answers, I haven’t yet heard.
I see tons of great adventure,
Is in each book I left undone,
I have no problem to start the book,
If I only could finish just one.
My mind wanders in many directions,
Just like fall leaves scatter in the wind.
Each thought is just as colorful,
But they are tales without an end.
Oh, those writer block blues are cruel.
One day you find you are lost to try.
And the next day could be the same.
Writer block blues can make you cry.
Boohoo, to those Writer Block Blues……
© 2018 Diana L Pierce
Diana L Pierce (author) from Potter County, Pa. on August 02, 2018:
Thank you, Venkatachari M. I am glad you like it.
Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on August 02, 2018:
A good poem that emerges victorious from the writer block blues. I am also a victim of it. And, I couldn't "raise a tingle".
Diana L Pierce (author) from Potter County, Pa. on August 01, 2018:
Thank you, Jodah, for your nice comment. It surely is appreciated.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on July 31, 2018:
Well, Diana, you found a way to break those writer's block blues. You wrote a poem about them. I find that a great remedy as well. You dd "raise a tingle.' Congratulations. Good job.