I might have a severe case of poet's block 

Suck in the rut
Of unproductivity 
Waiting for a hit of sudden creativity

My pen has long too rested 
My papers are quite blank
The weather looms gloomily 
Into my bed I sank

Uncompleted prompts
Lie dormant on my bed
Can't think up a rhyme
It's all gone from my head

Perhaps I would need 
A change of scenery 
That I may be put
Out of my misery 

© warrior queen, 2024