Artistic Depression

Sitting down at my desk I grab a pencil,

prepared to draw to my heart's content,

But than I Freeze, I have doubt in me,

Slowly..I put everything back..

It's that art block, it keeps me wide awake,

it's that art block, every line and stroke I make,

Can't finish a single thing, inspiration is gone,

Motivation ran along, so I stay there, hand in hand with my art block..

Trying to draw what I love,

becomes a struggle when there is nothing in my head,

I try to figure instead, or try to improvise but well, it's my imagination that dead..

So I close my book..and drop my pencil and pen..

It's that art block, it keeps me wide awake,

it's that art block, every line and stroke I make,

Can't finish a single thing, inspiration is gone,

Motivation ran along, so I stay there, hand in hand with my art block..

It won't stop and it won't go,

no matter how I cry when I know the creativity won't flow,

I'll keep trying..I'll keep imagining...and I won't stop, no I won't stop, until I know, until I can, let that emotion flow with every line and every stroke.