My eyes blink

As I stare at this

Blank canvas in front of me

Paint still sitting out

A trusty paintbrush in hand

And yet the motivation slips by

Ideas were once flowing

But there was no spark

To pursue the idea

To put pen to paper

Or in this case

Paint to canvas.

My hand is stiff

Resting right next

To my notebook

There was an image

Inside just now

But as soon

As I pick up

My old pencil

There was nothing

As if the once great

Spirit was there

Now vanished

Into thin air

Closing the notebook

I set the pencil down

In hopes to return.

Tears slide down

My face as

I look endlessly

At the blank screen

In front of me

My eyes were stinging

Yelling for comfort

As I blink away

The tears

I looked at my work

There was nothing

But two words

It was the title

Of a project

I had thought on

Long and hard

I had the characters

Written out

A plot

In the works

But as I stare

At this blank screen

With what I thought

I had.