Paracrostic

A poem in which the initial letters of each line read down the page reproduce the last line.

Empower me, I pray,

Nourish now my art.

Lacking words today

I don’t know where to start.

Gloom benumbs my brain,

Hope dwindles, terrors grow,

This Paracrostic pain

Envelops me in woe.

Nonplussed I struggle on

Mindful of the clock

Embroiled and woebegone,

Oppressed by writers’ block;

Must I at last give in

Unnoticed, doomed to lose,

See all my rivals win?

Enlighten me, O Muse!