The Annoying Frustration Called "Writers Block"

I’m sitting in silence
Listening to the fan blowing beside me
Wondering what to write.
Thoughts feelings and words pop into my head
But they take no form

I think of love, friendship, happiness, caring, pain, and heartbreak.
All the things I usually write about
But nothing comes to the surface.

It’s dark in this room,
And peacefully quiet.
I wonder what I'm going to do tomorrow,

I might read, watch TV, and listen to music… I can’t decide
It’s almost midnight, and I’m not the least bit tired…

I have had writers block for at least a month now,
I can’t really remember when I first got it.
It’s been way to long sense I have written something

I try to clear my mind,
But the only thing is silence and the tapping of the keys as I write this
It’s getting cold.
I’m sitting right in front of the fan, which could be the reason.
Or maybe it’s just this old drafty house.

Ok, let’s try thinking of something….
Hmm…. Nope no ideas
It seems my mind is blank
And for no reason what-so-ever!

It sure is a beautiful night tonight…
The moon is so bright a beautiful.
It’s a wonderful cloudless night.
I’m lucky to get to witness such a beauty.

And yet the moon holds no inspiration for me either
I can hear the dogs barking outside.
I wonder if they found a squirrel…
Nah, never mind, just a car driving by.

The free write seems to work.
I’m really enjoying writing like this.
Usually I worry about form and rhyme
But I could really get used to this.

Still wide awake,
I wonder if I will actually go to sleep tonight
Probably not.
But that just gives me time to think and clear my head.

I just got finished talking to my great grand ma.
It amazes me just how late she stays up.
Haha… she just got finished telling what seemed like her life story
It seems that elderly people love to talk.
But I love her and she knows it.

Ok this is the end of my ranting.
Seems like my mind has gone truly blank.
For now.