Blocked Mind
The mind is a prison,
Shackles and all,
All your ideas are kept there,
All your machinations are bound there,
Your minds eye is temporarily blindfolded,
Upon request these treasures are released,
Creations given wing,
On to page and stage,
To captivate and terrify,
To enlighten and appall,
But something has designs on these gems,
Writers block,
The plague of the author and artist,
A malady so harrowing,
So abominable,
So soul-crushing,
Now my mind is blocked,
The affliction comes for me,
It’s an unwanted guard to my prison,
Authorizing no creative release,
Me and my psyche are in solitary,
Will we ever be released?
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This is one way to overcome the dread W’sB! Good job.
Thank you kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
That’s a cool post! Keep it up!
Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
I think you just found a window.
A window you say? Colour me confused.
The Oldschool Harlequin
For creative release beyond the solitary confinement of the mind — breaking the block with the block itself
Ahh, I understand you now! Thank you kindly for your comment my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
You are very welcome.