Writer's Block Poem by Jesse Kloos

Do these tell an untold story;
These pages which before me lie?
And can this Pen unveil it for me;
While in my hand, to bring it nigh?
Why do doldrums stay its letters,
And leave but white before my eyes?
Why are visions kept in fetters,
And not, through it, my story free?

Hasten Pen—write for me:

Of solace, love, and amity,
And riven hearts which are restored,
To live on in extremity,
Of joyousness which grace affords.
This grace, I bid, your ink record.