Writer's Block (The Myth of the Loss of Passion)

The Moon is setting--

Things to say;

words, letters, fingertips:

my utensils--

weapons.

Seconds spent away,

trapped

in mid-sentence woe

of a voiceless writer.

The stars will hide behind the clouds--

better find your conscience soon.

Words, letters, fingertips:

my escape--

realization.

The sun is sprouting,

avoid the light--

words, letters, fingertips:

writers blind;

no inspiration.

Thoughts

gone.

Hurry! 

The Sun is sprouting--

vines keeping us down:

words, letters, fingertips;

the day

has gone.