The Dead Zone
Empty spaces, no thoughts, no words, time lost.
A blank page, no ink, I need a moment to think.
A purple haze, in a funk, desperately searching for a prompt.
I’m stifled in a way, I can’t explain it, it’s hard to say.
I’ll settle down and take a look, what’s my angle, what’s my hook?
Can’t believe I struggled today, for the words yet on display.
Guess I’ll quit while I’m ahead, for my eyes are blood shot red.
Lay down my pad, put down my pen, get some rest then start again.
Turn the morning into night, go to bed, turn out the light. Goodnight.