Writer's Block

Today I wanted to write some poetry,

but when I sat down nothing came to me.

I couldn't write one single line,

Or more than a few syllables combine.

It really was quite frustrating,

as I sat there debating,

and that page remained unchanging.

It was definetly perplexing,

while my words sat there fermenting,

as I was mentally preparing.

I was determined to write something grand,

a brilliant masterpiece, from my own hand.

But I thought... and I thought...

and all my efforts led to naught.

The page remained blank,

and my heart sank.

Surely this writer's block will someday pass...

Because its really becoming a pain in my ass!