Writers block

A blank page
no ideas come to mind
nothing let to tell
no secrets left to find
page after page crumbling
down the drain ideas go
cause when you have writers block
you make things rhyme with no flow
your screams remind you
of the time you lost
white against you skin
for control, this is the cost
you remember the times
it seems to stop the clock
but now it seems
im over my writers block.

* i wrote this when i actually had writers block, and it helped me get over it*