Words used to come so easily to me
But now the tide has stilled
My page has been left empty
The inkwell is no longer filled

I long to put my pain
My misery and sorrow to an end
Yet without the words
I cannot move my pen

Thoughts are left unfinished
Dreams left unfulfilled
The companion who once guided me
Has abandoned me at will

I'm stifled by the images
That are pent up deep inside
They come from a part of me
From which I cannot hide

So my muse has left me
She has gone without a trace
There is nothing I can say or do
That will fill this empty space.