A poem and painting about being brain dead, idle and frustrated due to a lack of motivation and inspiration to create something. "Writer's Block" | Acrylic on panel | 2007 I'm loosing touch Why is there too much beauty in the world that I cannot contain? What are the words that should be filling my void? The music that should have been my song? Fear— Afraid of nothing Nothing— Now composes my being There's no substitute for just a while Those irreplaceable briefs Suddenly no