I'm to the end.
I don't know where to stop or where to begin.
My mind is blank, nothing clever to say.
My creative thinking has gone away.
I've written my last and final poem.
From here I don't know where I'll be going.
I continue to strain for the words I should say,
but when I get close they keep running away.
Once I was full of words phrases and thoughts,
but now I am nothing but confused and distraught.
Maybe one day I'll be able to think
but for now I've determined that writers block stinks.