Tried to zap the block
with my eyes,
Envision moving it
like a superwoman
Hurling it to the moon.
Death, darkness, dampness
filled the void behind the block
A wall with secrets
Cubed inside.
Wanting to crumble
to dust.
My pens rust.
Words evade me.
Chances are lost.
Do I flail the white flag,
or throw caution to the wind?
I am sick of sayings
that rot in my brain.
When will I just be direct,
end the pain and live again?
Time to take a risk
Tottering over to danger.
Might just let the water loose
to erode the block.
Block of house that holds me
Curtains drawn to hide.
Writer’s block
kept my brain captive
Like the prison,
Cold cell block
with no clock;
that you live in.
What you did;
It cursed me
to live in the block.
Only mine has a clock
That counts your return.
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
Behind the door is so loud
I dare not knock.
