Writer's Block
Zac S.

As I stare at this blank sheet of paper,
no thoughts cross my mind.
Not even ideas or things of that kind.
A verse or stanza means nothing to me.
When in the end all I want is my thoughts to be free.
Self expression is something I hold close to my heart,
but what's the use when things fall apart.
Now I'm stuck here with nothing to say.
I think I'll just save this for a rainy day.