The Old Lament — The Writers Block

Boundaries appear
and great walls stand tall
around my thoughts
to confine me from preying on words
and feeding the white sheets
for my survival

Unable to fetch
fresh food for thought
I’ll keep munching on
cliched words and phrases
scribbling the old lament —
the writers block,
hoping for the walls
to crumble, waiting
to inhale the air
rich in newer ideas
and write till the end.