Writer's block
It's such a shock
To find that words have left you
No last bon mot
Before they go
Just off to somewhere new
Alas, alack
Must win them back
You strive all night and day
But without them here
To frame your thoughts
If you did, what would you say?
Plenty of fish
You tell yourself
Some other words will come
To fill the space
Those left behind
And be your lifelong chum
No verse
No rhyme, no dialogue
No ballad, prose or sonnet
Your mind
A shiny supercar
With nowt under the bonnet
A void
A space, an empty room
A great big yawning chasm
You look around
For answers, but
It seems nobody has 'em
So you sit
Reduced to shrugs
And plaintive facial expressions
Chalk one up
To writer's block
As it teaches you a lesson
