Writer's Block

This is the last of my older poems! After this, I'll be writing new ones every Sunday!

Inside my mind, deep inside,

Creative juices flow.

When I need to put my thoughts on paper,

They tell me what I need to know.

Poem after poem,

Story after story.

That creativity keeps me working,

And words spin out of me.

But soon after time

That creativity forms a clot.

The words that used to appear to me so easily,

Are put on paper - not!

Stay up late thinking,

What shall I write?

But nothing, no, 

My mind is blank and white.

Then, after time goes by,

Creativity suddenly bursts through that clot.

Like water breaking through a dam, I hope I

Never get such a serious case again of

WRITER'S BLOCK!