Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block

I sit once more and try to write of love
but know that it will always come out wrong
I’m reading Braille while wearing boxing gloves,
trying to paint a picture of a song.
“You are the moon but I’m not Neil Armstrong”
That’s all I’ve got so far and it seems trite.
I point my pen at paper all day long
and feel so many things I cannot write.