Infected with Writers Block

Much time have i spent, observing the world
recalling memories to give birth to lyrical word
many times have i signed in, only to stare
an empty box, pure, naked and bare
inside, a veil of glass bricks raised, weeds
thoughts piled up behind, cluttered newborn furniture
the critical pathway cutoff by this block
is the circulation of inspiration to my blog.
may lightning pierce this frozen mind
and bring forth the bounty held behind.
inspiration has lost its shine, words seem in fear
effortless before, now images fail to appear
My mind is clear, Friday's' washed white cotton
yet not peaceful, just happiness forgotten.



Note:
been opening and closing blogger for days now. Didn't know what to write. So i wrote about not knowing.