Writers Block

I sit here and wait
For inspiration to come
For something to write about
Something in my thumb

But nothing is coming to me
My mind is just blank
My pages are bare
And my creativity has shrank

The pen wants to write
My hand wants to spell
But my thoughts are nowhere
So my mind starts to dwell

What if I do write
About a nasty syndrome
It makes your head empty
Like the gods own tomb

This little problem
Now has a name
I wish not to speak of it
It puts me to shame

The writer's block is nasty
It makes me want to spit
Because with its only symptom
I can't write a bit