A Novel Writer's Blues

Rain and hail beats a heavy tune

The wind rips outside my winter room

And like a banshee does wail

I’m trying hard to force the flow

But my chapter just won’t grow

Yesterday I had that gift

But today I just don’t know.

Words that tempted me when I young

Haunt me now like songs we sung

Today every sentence written fails

I tap the keys time and time again

Read my margin notes scratched in pen

Where is this gift I’m sure I had

Why today are my words so bad

A ray of sunshine tries to sneak through

Rain and wind soon wipe away a sky of blue

Write something else I tell myself

A song a rhyme to find my flow

Advice for others if their words were slow

But what’s it worth, advice for free

Story of an angry day and stormy sea

Heavy the rain still beats its tune

And wind still rips outside my writer’s room

And like a hundred banshees does wail

Still trying hard to force the flow

But this chapter still won’t grow

Yesterday I had the writer’s gift

Yet today I’m lost, I just don’t know