My words have stopped
My pen is dry
I've so much to say
I try and try
To put down on paper
My thoughts and feelings
My brain is a puddle
Eyes turned up to the ceiling
Inspiration has left me
Turmoil instead
A black hole engulfs my
Poor battered head
Clutching at adverbs
They slip through my fingers
Searching for rhymes
Procrastination lingers
Abandoned and lost
Alone with the page
It stares blankly at me
No attempt to assuage
The assault of despair
Lurking within
I can think of one option
Open the gin .....!!

(C) Pixievic