Blockage

I’d like to write a poem But I don’t know what to say I’m having yet another Wordless, brain freeze day Oh no, you just don’t get it It’s not for you I write But it’s usually something deep inside That needs to come out right My mind can be a maze of rhymes Or besieged with death and doom And that’s when I’m compelled to write to ease that dreary gloom Sometimes words just tumble out Like a river from the heart But today my flow is frozen And I don’t know where to start Perhaps it’s ‘cos I am content My life is just too good Happy verses aren’t my thing I need misery and blood But I ought to be ok with that I shouldn’t really worry One day the doldrums might return To feed my fire with fury