What do you do when the words don't come?
When inspiration strikes but nothing comes out?
A spark that won't catch
No hope to find the flame
A snowflake without form
Never to be a snowman

The words are there
They sit like bittersweet sensations at the edge of your tongue
You aches to get them out
To turn bittersweet to saccharine

Get them out. Set you free
Escape in there
Your fingertips can graze the page
Ink stains smear beneath your caress
Release is there, so close
But the words don't come