Mindstruck

Lines on my paper
White sheets on blue lines
I think about her,
but not about much else.

I have no ideas
No words to write
Nothing comes to me
Or, into my mind

My mind is all tired
from looking for words,
Searching for answers,
keys to ideas,
for getting ahead.

I feel like
I'm artistically bankrupt,
my creativity disinfected,
My oddballness,
wiped clean

I search for plots and ideas.
I come up with nothing.
Nothing at all.