Bring on the Empty

Writers Block. What more can be said?

The blankness mocks me.
Waiting pencil in hand.
The ticks of the clock haunt me.
My eyes heavy with sand.

I write a verse,
and start again.
Far from terse,
tossed to the bin.

I try and try,
with no chance.
Makes me sigh,
Slouched in stance.

Come to me,
Flow to my mind.
Come to me,
Help me to find.

The words are there,
But hard to see.
Staring a blank stare,
I guess it's destined to be..

Empty