WRITERS BLOCK

Today I am writer without inspiration,

I have no muse, so no imagination,

My page is blank without a creation,

I guess I wont be giving a recitation.

My heart is blank,

I wonder why I ,am stuck,

Maybe am just out of luck,

Or maybe i will have my muse back.

I am not one to talk much,

I was never blessed with speech as such,

But my words on paper are a match.

They express the feelings I lock inside a latch.

I am never one to fight,

I could never hold a fist tight,

But a pen expresses my might,

With it I can fight from morning till night

I am not one to draw,

When I try all I get is a creased brow,

But my words can draw a perfect crow,

In the mind I let a picture grow.