Hellish Curse

A coffee cup sits 'fore me now half-filled.

Forget me now how oft the thing was dry

But all the night spent I upon the keys --

Computer hot and fingers sore this morn.

I look upon the pages now with scorn;

For what is on the pages does not please.

Asked G-d have I what I have done or why

He has the writing not in me instilled?

O hellish curse once more has come on me

When paper sits in tray bereft of word

Or sentence – just there sits with look of glee.

I feel ashamed and damn this spell absurd.

Aye dry again this cup much like my brain,

So load more paper and must try again.