I know the words are still inside, but I just can’t get them out
I want to put all my thoughts down – but only crap I spout
The lofty secrets I could share, would surely change the world
But as it is, they’re wrapped up tight – not to be unfurled

I’ve gone through times like this before – this isn’t something new
I’ve suffered hard to write my lines – I’ve overcome it’s true
But even though I know this spell of dryness has to end
Into a sea of anxious mire I feel myself descend

I know not where the answer lies – I know not what will work
I know not how I can escape before I go berserk
With sadness clawing at my soul and my head so full of grief
The act of writing seems too hard and offers no relief

But even though I’ve lost my hope and everything looks black
Even though my words are scarce and I feel like I’m a hack
Even though the crap I write makes even me feel sick
I have to force the words to come until at last they click

Because I am a writer now and will be forever more
I have to write when I enjoy it and when it’s a chore
So even though my heart is broke and my mind just wants to quit
I push myself to write my words – and not a single one omit