To The Blocking Of Writers.

So it seems I've lost the skill
With my words I've lost the will
Abandoned here, all alone
Words have left me far from home

My mind struggles to form a line
Maybe this is all a sign
Maybe I'm not a writer at all
Just a dancer at a masquerade ball

Pretending to be someone I'm not
Whilst on my tongue words do rot
They won't be used, won't fit together
I hope this curse won't last forever

I'm adrift on an ocean blue
At the mercy of the waves, it's true
Trapped inside a dark fairytale
Battered by the wind and hail

Bombarded with unfeeling letters
Who've left me here for something better
I can't rewrite the ending here
Is this the death of my writing career?

When I feel my ship is sinking
It sets my poor mind to thinking
Maybe this is not for me
Maybe I was too blind to see

But I'm far too stubborn to lose hope
With few phrases of faith I will elope
My writing will not desert my heart
I just need to play my perfect part

Where did you go? Please come back!
My wordsmith skills are under attack!
Shot in the heart with a logical arrow
But it's not the last you'll see of Sparrow...

I.Sparrow