No thoughts.

Tonight - I have writer’s block…

My pen, held at attention - ready to attack the paper…
has been frozen for quite some time now.

Usually, my hand begins to cramp…
struggling to keep up with sprinting thoughts.

Instead, they stand still - silent and blank
(Should I be thankful or worried?)

All I can focus on is my last cigarette burning to its filter.
And this blank page, just mocking me…

- R. Short