The Death Of A Poem

I tried to write a poem
That came into my head;
But when I tried to form the words
A void opened instead.

The idea crouched inside my mind
Piping up now and then
In a tiny voice as if to
Remind me yet again.

But I could not give it life,
As hard as I had tried.
The words simply refused to come
And so it promptly died.