Words

Where have my words gone?

It’s as of they’ve packed their bags

And have left me forever. 

Have I asked too much?

Have I disrespected their contribution

Or were they frightened by my apparent imbalance?

Have I asked my words to dwell

Too low below my surface

And scrape so furiously that they feared

That they were too deep to climb out?

Have my words become confused 

By the odd occasions when I demand,

Without warning, 

For my words to help me be funny?

Maybe my words will miss me.

Maybe my words will return re-energized

And with a more interesting vocabulary. 

Meanwhile I will sit here.

Abandoned. 

Alone.

Sitting here on this rock

With Writer’s Block.