Shattered Muse

Pen poised, muse ready
Nothing seems to come.
I'm working on the story of the millennium
But my brain can't seem to run.

My thoughts all jumble up inside
Heart is pounding, stories hide-
Why can't my muse seep from my hand
Glide to the paper - can't understand
Why mental block won't stop. Won't stop.
Until my brain can't keep the pace
My writing's gone all over the place.

I write the words that call my mind
Don't stop the press or cure the blind
With pithy thoughts - they're mine alone.
Won't feed the hungry, or shatter stone
I know their power - they speak to me
They're whatever I intend they be.