Writer's Block

I have writers block, of this I am quite curtain.
For as I sit here typing I am staring at the curtain.

As I sit here thinking I can feel my brain grow numb,
And honestly the more I try, the more I feel quite dumb.

For though words flow from mind to page, and though I seem coherent,
My thoughts get lost and papers tossed and one thing is apparent,

That though I force the words to form they stutter, falter, stop
Until my writing turns into a muddled piece of slop.

So now I stare at this poor piece and manage a small smile
For while my mind is filled with mush, I still made this worthwhile.