I'll try this one.

Looking, searching for words
that have not been created, at
least not by me,

struggling to create a sentence
that conveys all that is in this
empty head,

phrases that have no coherent
thoughts thrown onto mountains
of paper,

mounds of paper so high that
they might reach the sky,
looking like there's a sanitation
strike,

racking my brain and seeing
nothing that I might possibly
put on paper,

expressions missing their mark,
making me feel like I just should
give up,

I sleep and then awaken to a
spark within my brain were
there was only dark,

I sit and attempt to write, but just
like that it''s gone and there I am
back in the dark,

that spark never had a chance,
straight to oblivion it ran,

Maybe, one day I'll find the words
that will bring some understanding
to this trash filled head,

or maybe not?

-he looks at the mound of paper next to his desk and says,
 what the hell, I'll try this one-