Writer’s Block

By Karun Balarajan

Swirling confusion inside my brain

Rubbing my frontal lobe to bring disdain

Blank slates and filled pens

Insides are just like agitated hens

Tropes and Ideas done to death

Seldom new comes from my breath

Words and phrases getting clogged

The flow of the river has been blocked

Mind berating me for no work 

Pressuring me to be a clerk

Stuck with no ideas and a thought

But there is hope for the success I sought

By Karun Balarajan