I’m done. I’m finished.

I cannot continue any more.

My brain is mush;

my thoughts scatter on the floor.

I try to focus. I try to think.

Any thought to complete my prose.

When it comes to words,

nothing, absolutely nothing, goes.

I crumble the paper. I throw it away.

My creativity is completely blind.

What utterly useless crap

has come from my mind.