some days I get worn out
by the balance of life,
fall asleep exhausted and
dreamless but
am up again suddenly and
before the sounding
of the alarm, terrified
that I won’t awake
hungry enough
to feed the tortured
soul of the poet who
paces in time with my pulse,
thumbs through the pages
of my right brain
and finds nothing
more of interest.
the tenth muse 
a situation familiar to many writers I am sure
Not only to writers, I would add
yes indeed! Wonderful words!
great image of the fear many writers awake with —
I’m with you on this also. I had this experience all weekend. I cycle from total exhaustion to just plain tired.
Dave Barber
http://finepoetry.wordpress.com
this one is great too…i just realized this morning that i haven’t written any poetry this month. okay, like one poem that isn’t good at all. thanks for reminding me. what i need is some writing time.