Poetic Emptiness

I need a poem here
The words I need?
They're just not there.

I'm thinking of something to write.
My ideas and thoughts
and nerves?
Too tight!

If only I had some inspiration?
A story or anecdote?
From some day off
or some vacation?

I'd tell a story
of kings and queens
or some romance
of a happy meeting
devised by chance.

But there's no such story
I'm afraid.
No adventure of
friends I've made.
And no love story
from which to say.

Maybe a story from others,
Perhaps?
Some travels from
some friendly chaps?

Or maybe a lady
who comes my way?
She'll ask me for
some place to stay?
But none of that
has come may way.

So that's all
I have for paper.
Letters and ink?
They disappear
as if they're vapor.