I waited
Pen held above a blank sheet
I waited, but nothing
I looked around and waited
For something
Something that can awaken
This mind, dormant for so long
But nothing
I want to write
But this mind is blank
This pen remained unused
And this paper blank for days
How frustrating to have
A heart obsessed to write
And a mind intent on sleeping
And so I wait
For that glorious moment
In a poet’s life
When everything moves
With poetic grace
And then I write
But until then
I wait

Jemarie Ragudo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frustrated-5/