Writer's block.

I sit with my back against the wall.
My mind a blank, I cannot see.
In search of some new intellectual stimulation.
To end this curse and improve the situation.

This writer's drought seems to have no end in sight.
A plight that has stricken me so suddenly and so painfully.
So strain those Grey cells so that I might have some more verse and a new direction.

My wish is for some new inspiration.
This will mean this writer's resurrection.
In order to move forward, so that I may have some new creations.
To finally end this desperate and miserable situation.