The words aren't coming, they just aren't there!
My fingers are tapping but the paper is bare.
I'm wracking my brain, hoping to find,
Some small little snippet or inspirational line.
But oh to my woe and despair I have found
All my words and phrases are nowhere around!
My muse has run off, my characters gone
On a far off vacation, somewhere in the sun.
I'm not quite sure where, but one thing is clear
Wherever they are that wherever's not here!
So I sit and despair and lament my woe,
I've nowhere to look and nowhere to go!
Without my cast, director and script,
This night is a bust, a real sinking ship.
I wish you'd come back, you darn little things
You've stranded your Author, now a bird without wings.
But one thing is true, despair awaits when you return
‘Cause you can't stay gone forever...
And now I'm too tired to rhyme the end.
The tired Author