Writers block
Like a dam on the mind
Blocking creativity
A cage
A dark prison
Removing creative freedom
Searching for the keys
To the shackles on my thoughts
Yet it remains
I have lost myself
In this suffocating darkness
This worsening plague
It can not be quelled
My head is full of dying thoughts
My head feels as if it will swell

Finally, at last
A wondrous time
This plague has released
its iron grip on my mind
I have gained great freedom
Control of my thoughts
But only time will tell
How long this demon of thought
Will remain in this state
Dormant, sleeping, and weak