The pen wouldn't write....

The pen wouldn't write it, wouldn't write any more
The heart wouldn't speak up for it was feeling too sore
The pages were all blank now and without any lines
The blogger wouldn't write out any more of her rhymes

The people were all looking but they didn't know
That the poetry once written had no where to go
The pages were all silent and there wasn't a sound
The sweet flowing verses were nowhere around..

So was this the ending, the ending of her routine?
Has the poetry just ended? Do you know what I mean?
What was it that has silenced her musings and song
Is it truly the ending or is it really the dawn?