When I have nothing to write

I hate these days, yes I do,
When I want to pen lines, but none come through,
When I want to express a certain view,
But absence of information holds me back.
Just this morning,
I saw a flower shy with dew,
But all I had in my mind was an empty stack.
A frame around nothing, not even air could fill it,
Floating around in space too, just didn't seem to fit.
And that's when I thought, I need something,
How could I just sit there and do nothin?
Then I can came up with this poem,
And nothing else but this poem.
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Man, I miss writing so much.
I miss expressing so much.