Writer's Woes

Like an artist I also afraid To run out of I panic sometimes What if I can't think For a poet to run Out of the things to say Is simply Utter perplexion What if the words don't come into my mind What if my mind Completely goes numb To have pen and paper But the sheet remains white I can't imagine my thoughts Without words That could only be If I were buried beneath the ground What if it happens What if comes the day I'm totally silent With nothing left to say To be or not to be a writer Unable to make a poem Is a life I can't think of It' d be like losing my memory Precious words haunt me Keep me up at night I'll do my best to serve self I'll put views to paper just WRITE!