Writer's Block

I'm speechless, I know.
Not because of situations,
But because of blank stares.
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
 

Thoughts stuck in my head,
Chained together, not getting out.

The dungeon of my wits (or lack thereof),
Finds only cobwebs and soil.
 

Words and feelings hang trapped,
Between my mind and my hand,
Fluttering and festering about,
Trapped on flypaper in head. 

That is my mind for today.
Maybe it is everyday, really?
What beautiful words can I say?
I don't know, they're wedged,
 

Trapped between creativity,
And nothing at all, really.

I am not at a loss for words,
Weren't there in the first place.
 

Creativity has fallen through;
Into the cracks of my mind,
Like crumbs in my couch,
I'm stuck.