Oft when I think on what to write,

Thoughts seem like a mirage in desert 

Sometimes it's a total drought,

When the ink dries up soon,

And so do my thoughts.

I am lost in the vast desert called Writer's Block.

Times when the urge to write hits,

My brain is set into a blast freezer,

My thoughts freeze and just don't melt,

I lament on my condition,

But even that doesn't melt my brain,

And I am left to freeze with time.