Writers Block

Staring at a blank page Is there nothing left to pen And I do feel a slight rage As I look to begin again My thoughts had been a swell Flooding through all my head Now not doing so well Has me full of dread Will I get my message out or has it left for good Does not help to scream and shout Its meaning is misunderstood Still I moan, wail, and cry Inspiration be my muse Anything you'd have me try I will not refuse I'll do all you ask of me And try not to let you down But if this cannot be I will forever wear a frown If it's not your desire to help this man Then I beg you say no more If writing's not in my life's plan Please love make me as before When I was but a simple me And my words all slept in peace My life as happy as it could be Quiet beneath my golden fleece But no a sudden sting from thee Woke my soul to speak Now it seems you look to flee I'll be alone and weak And I'll forget all my words Their only meant for you The whole idea is for the birds And just what can I do Staring at a blank page My thoughts had been a swell Will I get my message out Still I moan, wail, and cry I'll do all you ask of me If it's not your desire to help this man When I was but a simple me But no, a sudden sting from thee And I'll forget all my words