A writers block

I'm just writing
for writings sake
hoping a poem
will start to take shape
out of the feelings
i have in my heart
i tap my pen lid,
waiting to start
a writers block
i just cant think
i might just go get
yet another drink
so slurping away
i stare at my page
blank as a canvas
an empty stage
yet inspiration lacks
a bite to eat
might help the Grey stuff
to perform this great feat
so hunger sated
i lounge in my chair
my mind isn't here...
but its not quite there
inspiration is taking
a while today
its eleven already!
i think in dismay
come one, come on
why doesn't a rhyme
slip out so easily
like the rest of the time
...
but hang on a second
what have i here?
the start of a poem...
my doubts disappear
i may not be clever
i may not be smart
but hey lets face it-
it comes from the heart