The Spark of Inspiration

The spark of inspiration
has left me.
I don't think I'll find it again.

I'll keep searching with my eyes closed,
stumbling through the night.

And if somehow I find it again,
and ideas come flowing back.
Then I will be filled with fear
and I won't know how to act.

What if again it goes away
and it will never come back.
Then ill be left with a pen and a paper
and memories of my old knack.