Writer’s block

Writer’s block is what I’ve got
Inspiration I have not
Words are elusive
Creativeness deserts me
I am parched
Dry as the desert
No oasis in the horizon
A sandstorm draws near
No escape in sight
Just weather the storm
Buried in the sand
Till the wind subsides
I rise
Blindly brushing away
The sand from my eyes
To look for water
Perchance to quench
The drought
Of  words.