Nothing
The word echoes in my mind, breaking through
The collage of thoughts quickly dissipates
Once again my cortex clears
Nothing
Nothing to say
No reason to put the pen to the paper
No reason to start again
The crisp sheet stares at me
Blank
That’s what it is
A locked chest
My pen the key
Yet when the door opens
The room lacks anything
Empty
A cloudless blue sky
Birds and planes too tired to fly
No Superman today, I’m afraid
Alone
The house is still
No one but the ever-present beat
From the television
Distracted
So many things to do
An impossible task
The dragon remains un-slayed
Unmotivated
Why do I sit?
My pen my sword
The page a snarling monster
Why do I dare?
