Words

This poem is written entirely based on how much I hate writer's block.

No Words come to my mind
No Words flow from my pen
And I don't know where to go

No Words
Nothing can help me now
No one can give me the Words
They have to come from me

I have no idea what to do
I don't know what to say
I can't just keep staring
At this screen of blank whiteness

I betray my thoughts
I pound an angry fist on the table
I throw my hands in the air
I give up

I move away
I stand up and look somewhere else
I can't bear to see the emptiness
That I have left behind

I'm coming back
I am determined that I will
I will write, and I will finish
I will come back

There will be Words
There will be a story
Characters will be brought to life
I will find my Words again