Ideas

I haven't written for so long. No ideas come to my head, but at the same time, I'm dying to write. I wrote this poem as my last resort, to write about having no ideas:

I am here waiting
this keyboard gasps for breath
from my fingers
They sit on it
with nothing but consideration
on what to tell it next
its chords stuck in its throat
with nothing but a gasp off air
everytime they go to write.

A sentence is like a sunrise
looking down on the shore
as its light reflects to make the ocean
a perfect mirror

My reflection does not show,
for there are no sentences
no events
no plot.

Its useless, just like a lost boat
in the middle of the mirror
casting a reflection
that the sunrise cant see.