Poetically beautiful.

This blank page haunts me, So poetically beautiful, The irony does not confuse me, For years Ive tried to do something with my writing, but i fail, over and over, I'm still sat in front of these blank pages. Staring at them for ages, The clock is ticking by, I'm not getting any younger, and i am tired of fighting to write, to encourage the imagination i hold, The corners of my mind are empty, Being creative doesn't flow easy anymore, Its becoming a chore, To fill these blank pages, With words to inspire the masses. So poetically beautiful. I say.