The Void

Writer's block is like the fire ashes

It is the seagull pecking for a clam before the next wave crashes

It is simply downtime before the next busy day

The block is the absence of words to say

Because you recognize it rest assured

You will be inspired separation cured

It's like losing your phone or missing your friend

Surely you will write again

Thoughts will come and beg to be told

Filled with emotion your pen will be bold

The wave will crash the sun will rise

Your art will flow up to the skies!

Have no fear your writes return

Meantime yes your heart will yearn

I'm glad you addressed it, writers block

I pray you find that missing sock!