Writers Block 2 Poem by Phil Soar

I started typing yesterday and writers block set in
I wrote, erased, and wrote some more, I wore the paper thin
There wasn't any substance, to anything I'd penned
I felt alone in a sea of words, in a world that had no end

I paced the floor, I locked the door, and isolated thought
I remembered all the other words I’d written times before
But I still could not make sense of it and my mind was just a blank
I was lost in a world of nothing, and I had my mind to thank

Through hours of light and darkness, I struggled with the cause
I couldn’t understand why even simple lines had paused
But just as everything seemed doomed, and nothing else would come
The words flowed freely once again, I wrote, then I was done.