Vacuum of thought.
You mock me in my hour of need.
I ask of you great imagery and prose.
You give me nothing.
I ask for metaphors and alliteration.
I ask for a solitary joyous thought.
I become distracted.
Concentrating harder, I beg for powerful words never before spoken.
Your emptiness echoes my frustration.
I give up, and then you give in.
I should have known better,
Oh mind of mine.