I can't write and it scares me,
To think I've penned my last poem.

Life is more frustrating
Without my words on paper.

The ink is dry,
My mind is idle.

The words just won't come.

I stare at blank paper
And it terrifies me.

I can't fill it with words-
It's like a curse.

The words,
They just won't come.

I envy the writers writing,
I envy the poets penning.

My inspiration is gone,
My muse has died,
The words,
They just won't come.

I try to write,
I can't finish a

The words they just won't come,

So I write about how
I can't write.
And suddenly,
I can write!

The muse is alive!
The words,
They have come!
And suddenly,
The world is a little brighter.

And I can finish a thought.