Writer's Block

I've never been much of a poet but I think this poem is one of my successful attempts at poetry!

                                                      Writer's Block
Some see it as an excuse,
But for a writer without muse
It is equal to an earthquake.
Whether at dawn I wake,
Or burn the midnight oil
In vain is my toil.
The blazing Sun's golden glow
The full moon's silver glow,
Nothing fills my mind with verse.
With passionate painters I converse
And with scientists of repute,
But the block remains resolute.
Stories of Hitler's cruelty,
Stories of Gandhi's honesty,
None light a fire in my pen.
Grudgingly, I put down my pen.
Inspiration has retired to its shell.
Like a crab it treats its shell.
But now, my paper is smiling
For I've just produced a piece of writing.