Writer's Block

Yeah, I know what you will say.
But there USED to be a well inside me, that I could reach into and pull out a plethora of words from.
Now it seems it has dug in so deep, that my hands can't reach it anymore.
Yet, I know, that deep inside me, it still exists.
Waiting patiently for a crack, or a fissure, and it would explode in full fury.
Like Rabindranath's tiny little hidden spring, bursting out of its silent little cave.