Writers block

The words,
that once flowed so freely
gone!
A mental blank
cliche, after cliche
filling a mind to melting point
all these thoughts
but no words fill the page
and I start to wonder
or more over ponder
about what be off in the far distant yonder
and then the rhymes return
the voice will flow
And words will fill the seas again
and still one thing never will change
the fatc what i rite
wilkl necvr b splet qite rite