Writers block

I dont really no what to write anymore
ive come to a brick wall, a stand still
a once opened but now closed door

when life was good i could write all day
but now its dull i dont think il be able to write untill the 2nd of never may

ive lost my muse, inspiration
its dissapeared like an act of evapouration

seems as though my talent is wasted on sweet nothings whens if and buts
guess il have to look upon it as that once opened door now shuts.