Daniel's Lament

Jamie drove all night only to find herself a little bit too late.
 Typewriters await; fingers bound to weights that won't let up.
 I've lost my touch. What will I do?
 Writers block my mind from ideas to take full shape to manuscript.
 Ghosts of words I wrote haunt me through the critics notes I find.
 They're all so kind for my first time.
 I can't make a boat again finding that the world's not flat but round.
 Lightning strikes a match. Thunderous crowds approach your house with torches flamed.
 Failing ambitions; fulfilling expectations of old.
 Truth be told, I am scared.
 Set ablaze to books that you are fond of; I'll move on, references gone.
 One page I must write. "Just get it done tonight so I can sleep," is what I think. I'm on the brink.
 I can't see you. I won't hear you. I don't need you. I will write this book.
 Words spit out like rain onto a page that's blank with rage that's not no more.
 First one took a day. Second one they say is the hardest to write. It's been a fight. I'm almost there.
 Pam took all Fred had finding the things that made him happy all must pass.
 Hundred pages down; this book has turned my whole world around.
 I once was lost, but now am found.
 I can't see you. I won't hear you. I don't need you. I will write this book.
 Words spit out like rain onto a page that's blank with rage that's not no more.
 First one took a day. Second one they say is the hardest to write. It's been a fight. I'm almost there.
 Pam took all Fred had finding the things that made him happy all must pass.
 Hundred pages down; this book has turned my whole world around.
 I once was lost, but now am found.
 I have made a boat again finding that the world's not flat but round.