draw a blank

some days when you draw a blank
you could stare at the screen
and rhyme blank with spank, flank, crank, bank
and nothing could make you write
anything remotely sensible
or you could rhyme write with tight, white, blight, height

but if simply rhyming were the case
I could rhyme a whole bloody lot
(by God's grace) ;)
and rhyme this place asunder
till next fall or winter

but that's not the point
I've stared at the screen
and thought I could write
about tears and rain
and distances and pain
and ripped out hearts
and souls that lay slain

or write abut voids
and a languishing voice
and how it murmurs
in whispers and tremors
about what it loved and lost
and lost and lost
and loved still