Writer's Block

Lately, I find myself silent and tongue tied…
Unable to express any thoughts, no matter how hard I’ve tried…
From one thought to the next, my mind races still…
No longer can I let the words flow at will…

This too, will pass I’m sure…
But this unwelcomed guest I cannot ignore…

Screams I hear from the depths of my mind…
Distracted, battered and stifled, by the daily grind…
So many thoughts left unsaid and so much left to confess…
So many doubts and so many fears left to express….

Eyes fixed on the virgin paper, pen in hand…
Motionless and wilted, I daydream of a distant land…
Thousand images rush passed in a constant progression…
I, a paralyzed spectator, unable to break this regression…

Have I already said what had to be said?
Have I woven the web to the end of my thread?
Silently I in this corner I sit, listening to my heart weep and cry…
My muse, without you the tongue is tied and the ink is dry…