Writers block holding my fingers together
As the pens and pencils run for cover
The paper fled a day ago
Following my words on a path unknown
On their way to a place unseen
Where words and phrases are only free
Not held to rhymes or dynamic means
These words are free to be what they be
I've tried to lure them back to me
With sadness and madness and silly things
But they've held their distance
And made quite a resistance
And all i can do is wait in patience
As i sit at my chair do i even dare
To find where all has gone
For all the effort i have put forth
Has resulted in absolutely none