As I stare at a blank page

I feel my creativity slipping away.

How did I get like this?

I used to be able to write every day.

Now one is impossible to finish.

 

I get so frustrated

It shouldn't be this complicated.

I just wish I could get it all out

But I'm leaving everything understated

And all I feel is doubt.

 

Where did I go?

I do not know.

When will I return?

When the moon begins to glow

And the stars shine in their turn.

 

My journey has been long

And I am no longer strong

My faith has dwindled

Which has weakened my song.

Who can have my heart rekindled?

 

Perhaps my soul

Has grown too cold

To understand what I used to see

Beauty untold

In all it's ecstasy.

 

I need someone now

Too help me out

Some one strong

To hear my shout

And finish my song.