Writer's block

I am laying on my

Sheets that are stained

With metaphors and similes

That escaped my lips

As I mumbled unintelligent words

In an attempt to write a new poem

I have
been sipping
on several
Cans of
one drink that is supposed to
Give me wings and I tried to fly
To new heights of creativity

But

the hot rays of my incapability
Burned my wings and I felt myself
Falling freely into the arms of failure

While Icarus
looked on with a mock smile on his face

My notepad is filled with words
Disguised as complicated morse codes
And I try to tap myself back to reality
Think. Think think. Think harder. Harder harder harder.

My words are caged in the prison of my mind
And they cannot seem to break out
Held down by chains of frustration
Like the slaves and they try to dig
Their way out of the plantation fields
Of my mind in attempt to escape from their misery

Fuck
This
Shit

I think to myself
Watching my pen
Leak my dark blue
Determination
I try to mouth a silent
Prayer to God
But then I sold my soul
To the devil of creativity
And I promised to write as long
As I live until I leave.