Captive Mind

The words once flowed so freely,
Each line a joy to write,
But now my mind is empty,
A prisoner of the night.

I stare at the blank page,
My thoughts a jumbled mess,
The cursor blinks with rage,
My mind in distress.

The walls are closing in,
The silence deafening,
I try to begin,
But the words refuse to sing.

My muse has gone astray,
Left me here alone,
The words that used to play,
Now frozen like a stone.

The clock ticks on and on,
The page remains untouched,
The urge to write is gone,
My mind has been clutched.

My thoughts are all in chains,
My creativity bound,
My heart aches with the pains,
Of a mind that can't be found.

The fear begins to grow,
That this may never end,
That I will never know,
The joy of writing again.

The world outside moves on,
The sun will rise and set,
But I remain withdrawn,
My heart and mind beset.

The pitfalls of writer's block,
Are deep and dark and wide,
It's a cage without a lock,
A place where dreams have died.

But still I hold on tight,
To the hope that one day soon,
My mind will take to flight,
And I'll be free to swoon.

Until that day arrives,
I'll keep the faith alive,
And though my mind may strive,
I'll push through and survive.

For the love of writing,
And the passion that it brings,
Is worth the pain of fighting,
Through the pitfalls and the stings.