Behold i hit pen on paper drooling for these juices,
An inspiration i hope comes in deuces,
Or more, but only the deity chooses,
No more change of hearts- the publisher wants no more excuses
The abhorrent reminders that this content comes for you naturally
The reflection of a blank paper, with words echoing in mind indistinctly
The diminished power to harness these thoughts into ideas in harmony,
The rippling sensation that this gift might have been shoved off you unfairly
Writer\'s block, the greatest foe for a creative simmers inevitably
The constant pressure, the beckoning lethargy
Give me back the pass to bless their ear buds,
The calling to touch hearts with words
The simple blessing that teaches not to devour,
A divine way of communicating they need to savour
The simple words, the words that feeds our soul with honour
Give me the words, give me the gift back
To change the world that is already tainted dark