The brick wall

Nothing
not an idea
not an inkling
not an atom of a thing,
yet in my mind
there's plenty
nothing worthy of wasting
the effort though
so I think
and the thoughts scramble
for attention
and I wait for the spark
that never comes
nothing
not an idea
not the measliest scrap of something
nothing
the ink runs dry
paper clean
words jumble, they make no sense
for today there is nothing
nothing at all.