Lost Inspiration

There's no lost and found box

For vanished inspiration

No wanted poster to hang up

To find its location

Not knowing where to look

So I've been searching without a destination

The ink in my pen has run dry

The blank pages look cold

I wish I had words to heat them up

But since my inspiration is on hold

I cannot provide a blanket of sentences

Since my inner muse is wearing a blindfold

It's been months since I wrote 

I don't know why that is

Finally my pen has sung a note

I wonder how long it will last

Until once again it will have a sore throat

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Blocks suck, but don't fight them. Just be kind to the muse. She can't help it if at times she's temperamental.

[Lala]

You described that beautifully! It's so hard not to fight them, but you're right. Fighting it only makes her withdraw even more!