WRITERS BLOCK  ã 2006 

Where to start

How to begin

Sometimes it’s easy

When the pen’s in a spin

But to look at blank paper

With my thoughts off elsewhere

Getting down the first word

Is not easy I swear

The fear and frustration

As I see paper, virgin white

When writers block hits

I become stiff with fright

I know I’ll see

Light at the tunnels far end

A pinprick it will do me

When will this darkness end?

 Then it comes

A thought, an idea

Banished at once

The frustration and fear

I was worried for a while

I had dried up for good

Now my face has a smile

As I knew it would

No more blank paper

And no more virgin white

I’m off now on a caper

I must work throughout the night

My pen’s working overtime

To make up the lost ground

To write down my thoughts

While they’re still fresh in my mind