Writer's "cramp"

Writer's "cramp"

I have lumbered, encumbered through unnumbered days
unable to produce even passable prose- nor turn a simple phrase
heavily laden with unexpressed desire and mocked by stark white page
I feel my meager lexis proves that I'm not sage

Sheer force of will keeps me clinging to this game
with every damn line of text - all the writing sounds the same
Just keep on pushing through this- there's a diamond in the rough
I try to maintain some focus, writing's easy to make tough

Clouds dance past in the winds gentle grasp
A solitary writer - no production and no cast
I grope for a clever twist of phrase
Glaring at the keyboard - starry eyed gaze

My clock notes hours wasted, blank page has cast a spell
Having drawn every useful utterance from this writers well
I plod along still burdened by- unwritten lines of text
This doesn't ever happen to me- I cup my chin, perplexed.

I have grown accustomed to- the keyboards, click, clack and hum
Never have I stopped to think -the words would cease to come
Devine inspiration, not likely to guide me through this drought
Tick, tock, tick, tock the clock reaffirms my doubt