Not that writers block again,
with all my concepts tucked within.
Seems they come and go like the wind,
I never know when they'll begin.
Sometimes it takes a tiny spark,
for my pen to sing like a lark.
But, now I'm trapped in the dark,
my pen has been bitten by a shark.
It's sharp teeth have consumed my time,
and left me with no poems to rhyme.
Hopefully I'll find one in my mind,
with thoughts that are so sublime.
So I'll just wait for the right time,
when my pen and paper do combine.