Writer’s Block

I set the tone, and at first it's loud

but then

the thunder slowly dies down.

So I erase,

and I restart.

I close my eyes and all is dark,

a masterpiece will start to spin;

unravel, spring forth...

And then,

It dies.

Shatters as I stare upon

a broken idea that now is gone,

And I am left with not but,

an empty sheet of paper;

distraught.