Writers Inspiration Poem by Elliott Gilbert

Writers block is what I have.
It comes and goes,
but when it is here it shows.

It makes things hard.
Harder than things should be.
Harder than climbing a branchless tree.

For the mind is a maze,
forever changing course.
It does not care, it does not show remorse.

We can try and conquer it.
We can try with no success.
Because our imagination is something we cannot harness.

This is the best I have done,
since I have hitten the wall.
For my mind is in a wonderous brawl.

For I am left with confusion.
I am left with God above.
I am left with most importantly love.

Love is not set in stone,
it has no real rule.
It can be amazing, but yet still cruel.

It has given me inspiration.
You have given me light.
Light has given me hope even in the night.

In short you are my star,
you shine more in mine eyes everyday.
Glisten sparkle, I wish I had more to say.

I will be your Eros, your Apollo.
I know eight letters arranged perfectly,
they flow exponentially.

I can write them,
but the meaning won't make it through.
For those eight letters pieced right are............