The Other Side of Halcyon

Write something better
I would think every night.
The next morning bright
Will make the fingers move.

Write something at all
It turned out to be
A drenched and tired me,
Who had so much yet to prove.

Write the third stanza
Two are never enough.
Oh does it seem tough,
To fill the wordless snares?

Write your heart out
Pure honesty will pay
Isn't that what they say?
Well honestly is scarce!

Write till it looks decent
It should weave a little plot
And make its own slot
In some ongoing trend!

Write the final lines
These will serve to mock
The hopeless mental block
 And create a strange end!