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
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