Writer's Block

I want to write, to write some prose

I can’t think of words… writer’s block I suppose

Nothing comes to my head, my fingers cannot type

Writer’s block is real and lives up to its hype

My mind says there is something that we need to write

But here I sit wordless, night after night

Just when I think I have something to inscribe

My mind goes blank and I am left blind

The gears are turning and I can smell smoke

But nothing comes of it, this is not a joke

They tell me write, to write everyday

But they don’t tell me how to keep the ‘block’ away

Creative juices aren’t flowing in this head of mine

I need inspiration, revelation, something divine

To the creative muses, before you I grovel

Please oh please help me write a novel….

I’ll write something clever, that will really show ‘em

Something better than this silly Writer’s Block Poem

I’ll write and write, give it all that I’ve got

Maybe I’ll win a Newbery or the Caldecott

One day I will write something in which the World will take stock

If only I can get over this horrible Writer’s block!