Wanna see a poem?

Wanna see a poem?

Me too, if only I could write

It used to come so easily

As if I had a guide

Now I only wish I knew where the mother fucker went

They used to visit daily, and I kinda miss the pen

Wanna see a poem?

I recommend you write one

Then tell me how you did it

If you happen to write a nice one

When the fear set in, did you embrace it or run?

Did you sit and write for hours, under the barrel of its gun?

If so I must commend you, I'm afraid I lost the trick

And I tried the drugs and alcohol, they made the fear more thick

But I sit and type away

And yet somehow the page stays blank