Brain Freeze

I wish I had a great poem to write; Something to inspire or maybe excite. However, I've come across writer's block. Thoughts imprisoned, no key for the lock. Too tired to think of confusing metaphors. No imagery oozing from my poetic pores. My mind is blank like tabula rasa; It's unwelcoming, mi casa es not su casa. What do I write? What can I say? Not even free verse is coming my way. I don't have the energy to make some rhymes. No brevity, no haiku with minimal lines. No prose, no epic, no painting a picture. No interest in various prompts to consider. My brain's not working, so let me go to bed. I hope when I wake, I'll have a poem in my head.