A Writer's Issue

The struggles of creation

A spark of inspiration
One movement, scared away
You see it there, just waiting
Grasp for it, gone astray

One movement, scared away
Your mind an empty shell
Grasp for it, now astray
Blank paper here to stay

Your mindless empty shell
The pen resting in your fingers
Blank paper here to stay
This emptiness, it lingers

The pen rests in your fingers
Just waiting to be used
This emptiness now lingers
Symbol of desire, my muse

Waiting to be used
The want, a goal, a wish
Desire, a symbol of my muse
Takes away my bliss

The want, a goal, a wish
A movement scares away
Takes away my bliss
Grasping, gone astray