Writer's Block

Your mind draws blank
Your muse asleep
Above the keyboard
Your fingers freeze

The words are gone
Distraction's attractive
Run screaming in circles
Try another tactic

Bang your head on the wall
Do a crazy dance
Any thoughts come to mind?
Not a chance

The urge to type
Making you twitch
The fact you can't think
Your only hitch

So you try to sleep
And are quiet in bed
And, of course, right then
An idea in your head

You leap up
Headless of the cold
Lurch through the darkness
This is getting old

Fumble around
Turn on the light
You're frantically scribbling
In the middle of the night

The next day you see
What you wrote in the murk
It's a crazy idea
But it just might work