Picking at the obelisk I call Writers block.

Writers block at 4:18am. I believe it is time to logout :p

Sometimes, try as I may 

inevitably comes

a day like today 

when I stare at the screen 

whilst fingers brush key's 

how I do hate days like these

Where has my brain gone?

stolen and void?

I can think of nothing 

but this nostalgic annoyed 

Rest may be well needed

but what is one to do 

when one's love for the beautiful

written word 

is beyond social curfew  

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Brilliant title - the image of scratching at a big stone menhir and making absolutely no dent in it is class.
Yep - defo logging off time or watch a Laurel and Hardy episode time.
Nice one Skib.
:)

[Skib]

The frustration is real :p thanks again Mr.Jordan :)

[Najam Us Saher]

We all feel like this sometimes. When we feel absent minded and there is nothing we wish to write upon. Well written.

[Skib]

Thank you Miss Saher :) you are not wrong.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes the brain has to switch off sometime. You capture writers block well and turned it to your advantage in an excellent piece of writing lol:)

[Skib]

:) again thank you for your kindness