Writers Block-The Sinking Ship

All is lost...
I'm going down with the sinking ship
of my once vital ability

Harbors are
drifting on the horizon but
I can't swim the distance

Prose and stanza's
cemented to my feet while
syllables crash around my floundering head

Alas, I hear it
this voice upon the wind
faintly reciting poetry with angelic perfection

My words descending
sweetly from the lips of this
melodic creature filling me with hope

Revived
I tread the water
with newfound determintation
only to find....

this blank piece of paper staring back at me

*This is the first poem I've finished in two years. Writer's block is relentless!!!!

**Oh and of course I loathe the title, any suggestions would be great.