Writer's Block

My pencil is broken,
my words can't show themselves to me.

I can't fill the paper with gray marks,
I can't tell the world how sad a place it is.

Ideas stray through my thoughts,
What use is writing if I can't use my pencil?

I'll laugh at jokes I think up,
But laughing isn't the same as writing it.

Writer's black has never seemed so cruel to me,
it's right in front of me but I can't break through it.

They laugh and taunt me telling me I'll never break through,
but one day I will, and I'll use my pencil to do it.