Writers Block

This is the last poem I wrote before I stopped writing (until now)

The days of inspiration
Have dwindled down to this
A pen and paper, a blank mind
My thoughts fade like the mist

The urge to write consumes me
With unrelenting grasp
Yet the passion, feelings and countless thoughts
Are hiding in days past

Where to find a worthy muse
To help me through it all?
To chip away this writer's block
This ever growing wall.