Writer's Block

I sigh softly and tap my pen

Against the metal spirals

Of my notebook

I halfheartedly write a word

I stare at the word, doubting

I minutely inspect the loops

Of my garlanded handwriting

Then trace over the word a few times

I realise I'm procrastinating and

I scribble the word out in frustration

I draw a heart over the scribble and ink it in

Absentmindedly, I draw a flower around the heart

And let my mind wander

Hoping for inspiration

To write something great

I'm pulled into daydreams

And several long minutes pass

I look down at the page

And realise I've filled the entirety of the page

With inky doodles of hearts and stars

Flowers and mandalas

Spirals and swirls

I sigh again and turn the page

But I realise this notebook is full

Of nearly identical doodles

I get a new notebook and write another word

I look at the word only to see an indentation

But no ink to fill it

I growl in frustration

Toss the used up pen aside

And hunt for a new one

I can't seem to find a new pen

So I sigh dejectedly

Take out my crayons

And colour in the flowery mandalas

That I just created

Everyone thinks I'm an artist

Who draws for the sake of drawing

But most of the time

It's just writer's block

And boredom