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Could this be  my swan song, time now  for goodbye..
my heart spilled  on paper, end the chapters now.
Time has dragged on too long -no resolution found,
I’ve no more words, and even fewer  opinions.
Full stop, all change, no need for regret,
my conscience is clear, my best works all done…
No need to comment , completion now sought .
Get past the preface, onto the start,
dig into the body and study the text
The story unfolded, a tale of two halves
the good and the bad, the truth and the lies.
Imagine the scene, compose dialogue…
attribute feelings and life to a name.
Read and re read …it’s the same every day
But no new words come  and the characters flat.
A quick break for coffee, a biscuit, some fruit,
still no inspiration and panic sets in…
What if I never find my words again?..
 and all of the words just turn out the same…
A deadline is up, all pages just blank,
frustration my partner, a mind full of clouds
I need inspiration to try to unlock
The fear that confronts me …that’s my writers block…