Words

Pen in hand I sit
Staring blankly at the page
Where once words seemed to form themselves
Entwining in the dance of emotions
Now they are sluggish to come
They fall grudgingly upon the paper
and lie there staring at me
With a baleful eye
Almost accusingly
'Why did you put me here
to waste away in front of the whole world?'
I don't know anymore
It is just a need
Perhaps someday those words will come willingly
But until that day, I will leave them in peace
And not force them
To lie there mutely
Forgotten