The Way I See It , There are two Kinds of Writers Block ,

The Kind that Happens When you are Trying Too Hard & The Kind That Happens When You Havent Been Trying At All
For a While .

I've Had them Both .

Sometimes I Swear Im Cursed to Die Alone

But Thats a Story for a Different Day .

 I Hate to Complain
I know the All  Mighty Pendulem Swings Both Ways

But Still
In the Still , Calm , Quiet Nights
As I'm Thanking The Lord for UnAnswered Plights

As im Dreaming of Wrong Whilst Praying for Right

I don't Know What else to Hold On to .

Sincerity Fails to Impress
Nine of those Times out of Ten
If Only Wishes Were Made Out of the Same Substance that Clouds Are .

Gathering up out of Nothing

Then Pouring Down Rain .

God Forgive Me .

And Forgive Them .

They Know Not What They've Done to Me ,

But I know What they've Done to him .
Yesterday I Packed a SuitCase Filled with Faith & Pills

You Know , Just Incase .