Writer's Block

a humorous look at the bane of all writers

I sit here staring at a blank sheet
I think and think but I’ve got a block.
Stress is increasing my heartbeat
And my brain feels dead as a rock.

I want to do something great
Or at least somewhat swell,
But I feel that it’s too late
My creativity has hit a dry well.

I then realize my trouble
The curse that writers fear.
Thoughts now burst like a bubble
And my mind slips out of gear.

What is it that puts us into a spin,
watching time creep by on the clock?
I realize that I can now begin
I just had that old writer’s block.

“Hey now!” I start to think
“Why not write about my brain lock,
And not just make a stink
Worrying about that silly writer’s block?”

But then as I start to write
I begin again to feel a stall.
My writer’s block starts to fight
Hitting my bloodied face into the wall.

It then threw me to the ground
This was getting rough!
After it gave me such a pound
I knew I’d had enough!

As I sat there bruised and stunned
I wondered what I should do.
I realized that I was outgunned,
I knew when I was through.

As I cleaned up from the mess
I decided it’s not worth it.
This is something I confess
That I just want to forget it.

So if you’re thinking what to write
And you feel you’re sinking into rock,
It’s pointless to start a fight
With that old meanie, Writer’s Block.

So if you ever have writer’s block
Here’s some advice for you.
Take a break, get off the clock
Or it’ll beat you, too.

So give the block its’ due
Just hang in there and grin,
And when it’s through with you
You can write again.