The Block

Dear diary, what a day I’ve had,
The whole world tumbled down,
The master of anxiety,
Engulfed me in his gown.

Outside, the sun was shining,
But I could not see the light,
Instead I shivered in the dark,
And found no words to write.

What is it, that terrifies,
And blocks me on this track,
That makes me shake, and start to flake,
And turn my blue sky black?

The fear of being wrong, I think,
Or failing in my task,
These are the things that bring me down,
Now that you come to ask.

I haul myself back to the start,
No death yet will I mourn
Begin again, and then again,
Until the poem’s born.

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