The Poet's Dilema

By a bug I have been bitten, The page is blank, words unwritten. It's a poem I wish to write, And get the words just right. What to write is yet unknown, But that seed has been sown. Love, life, joy or fear, What to write is yet unclear. With pen in hand I sit and wonder, where to start I still ponder. How to make this poem rhyme, And to get the words right this time. Still blank, the page stares back, Inspiration is what I lack. In my mind no words stand ready, For a verse that's light and heady. it doesn't matter what I try, Maybe the muse has passed me by. Round and round, the words they tumble, As for that prhrase I fumble. Bleary eye's and aching head, I think my brain is dead. Enough's enough I cry in pain, I wont try this again.