Writer’s Block

Sometimes I have thoughts

That are hard to control

They run and flee wild

Abundant they roll

Raging and burning yet liquid in flow

Spilling in stark contrast to a porcelain bowl

But lately I’ve had trouble

When my thoughts need to show

They compact and compress till I might just explode

And I sit and I struggle, pushing in vain

Yet it lays there a rock oblivious to my pain

Why what once ran with confidence

Lies a broken down train

So I let all the gravity of the situation take heed

No more base distractions to myself I will feed

I do not give up and I refuse to surrender

Painfully so that I feel like my whole just might render

And woe in the morn for even my soul will be tender

But just a release, no expression, even better

To force out this stone-like intruder

That haunts like a ghost and taunts like a child

For I know it’s my fault that I must be so beguiled

If I’d imbibed the water of creativity

Most likely this battle would be a matter of brevity

Because in my heart I know not levity

From the wars this stone has placed inside of me

Again I charge and I thrust and groan

Awaiting my foul foe’s final death throes

And suddenly there it is!

Blissful release!

Now I finally may find my self-granted peace

As my enemy lies in the mud of his cousins’ defeat

At last I crawl from the field, battered and beat

Where aft I must rest, my body shaken from bane

Oh dear sweet Christ!

I think I’ve ruptured a vein!