Writers Block

Think, think, think...
I don't know what to say.
The irons hot,
I'm deep in thought,
but words, I can not convey.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,
some time has passed away.
The day's still young,
no thoughts have sprung,
Words come, before my hair turns gray.

Another hour gone,
times waisting,
I have nothing done.
My mind rambling on, and on.

The clock chiming,
remindging me
that nothing’s begun.

The sun falls,
hitting the horizon,
creating a sunset
of acrylic hues.

Forming a beautiful scenery,
while I'm stuck inside,
searching for my muse.

And the moment I feel
that I've lost all hope,
that no inspirations hit,
that my brain won’t cope,

The words hit me,
like the striking sun.
Flowing like colors on a canvas,
Together as one.

A harmony,
a blend of fused emotion.

A melody,
ranging from dark to light,

Creating a masterpiece
full of imagination.

Erasing the memory
of my plight.