Why has it gotten so tough?
My words used to flow from this pen,
but now it's all turned to fluff.
I connect the pen to the paper
but I can't make it go.
There must be some reason why
that I just don't know.
I have to work so hard now
to put my words in rhyme
when, but a month ago,
it took me half the time.
And even when I can write
it's only a stanza or two,
no longer can I see
the whole finished poem through.
Perhaps I have nothing more
that I need to convey,
But I still feel inside me
there's so much more to say.
Perhaps my muses have left me
and stranded me here all alone,
but I don't think I can write
if I have to do it on my own.
So I need some divine intervention
to kill this writing disease,
and open back up the doors
for which I've lost the keys.