my brain is blank
vacant space in front of me
but words won’t come
i am stuck but the
tick
tick
it annoys me
i look around but
the stress seeping in
with more white
how do poets
aesthetically
write just write
creativity drained away
someone once told me
let it all out
my desk and chair brown
they see me cry
this unsolved rubix cube
a shuffled puzzle
but now my fingers and
hands are numb
i surely miss
the christmas lights
cloudy skies and single degrees
but home is home
the stars and blue
the suffocating pollution
but forget all that
i look at the page now
and some white space
i inked the blank in the end
whiter than titanium white
i want to write
and nothing feels right
clock is mocking me
tick
tick
shut up
my eyes capture nothing
my brain is flooded
and there’s no light
just craft the pieces
my work is empty
why is it so hard
try to escape
just put down your thoughts
that should be enough
two plants sit still
but what can they do
this is what my page is
a puzzle that needs to be solved
i feel cold
like my brain
the insulated homes
and sweet cookies
i miss it a lot
it’s where i belong
they are invisible
the masked faces
i just want to write
and now there are words
and that’s enough
i wrote 3 poems in one go