Nothing to write not a phrase in my soul.
This wicked wall comes an keeps inside,
everything untold, try as I might
I can't  bring it down.
It blocks every creative outlet till I have nothing left.
My thought are held captive
behind its bold bricks,
  stopping my pen from doing its tricks.
nothing is strong enough to bring its walls down.
I must just sit out side and wait till they
come tumbling
D
  O
     W
          N
Releasing everything pent up inside.
everything comes out in a stampede.
It must all be written about as it flows out.
My pen can't seem to keep up.