A Poet's Block

A poet's experience with writer's block.

A Poet’s Block

I grieve for a loss
that cannot be explained.

The ideas flood my mind;
words flow far too free.

I cannot make sense of them;
it frustrates me to the core.

I don’t know how to write,
unable to say what needs to be said.

I meditate and concentrate;
still, no sense is made.

The rhyme is not there;
words begin to go away.

A writer’s worst enemy hits;
a poet’s worst fear comes to pass.

The poems don’t work;
my writings won’t be there.

There is no rhyme or reason;
there is no sense to be made.

Frustration overcomes me,
and for tonight, I lay down my pen.