Faded

Writers block is a pain in the neck.

I had all the words wrote down,
to tell you all my tales,
then they slowly faded,
and my pen had failed.

Each verse disappeared,
like the one that passed,
as every word got lost,
from the first to the last.

All my joys, all my pains,
wrote down within this book.
Tears and laughter,
every turn life took.

Each line twisted and bent
ran off the page,
streamed through my mind,
and warped within its rage.

A secret was found
on a page that became blank.
Words are nothing,
when emotions are drank.