Soul Fire

Writer's Block

Like the fisherman who sits and hopes when nothing will bite,

So is my day when I cannot write.

The words elude me and torture my soul

There is no way to make them take hold.

My page stares back at me,

Pleading to be touched,

Its smooth and bare surface parches my face,

As its emptiness invades my space.

It should not be like this.

I have so much to say,

yet my fingers won't listen to my mind

As thy're not convinced that it is worth their time.

I travel to the throne

For this is where inspiration will flow

But still I sit,

about to have a fit.

Will someone please help me,

I'm afraid to take a break,

Just tell me, this once

How do I fill this page?