Slave Pens

Poem on writers block

I, the warden of my own choosing

Have my mind locked away

Living in insecurity quadrant 

I beat myself day after day

My words, they don't break out 

These thoughts are drowning now

A variety of ideas suffocate me 

How does one break free

From the slave pens 

Encrusted in my head

The Slave pens

Creativity's end

My mind rejoices in failure

and the heart refuses to help

Bring down these walls of negativity

Save my words stuck in captivity

The words we survive on

are the jaws of life

crushing down doors

that trap us inside

So raise your pens in the air

If you dare break free

Emerge to the surface 

Let your ideas breathe

The world is a slave pen

Brothers, sisters are you with me

Tear down the walls 

and face your own enemy

We shall not be blocked anymore

The time is now march your words out that door

Speak in poetry, tell your story 

Let the future rejoice in your glory

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jacquelene Vanessa More..]

very creative and descriptive, when I read this poem it has a rhythm to it which is lovely.

[vspjaguar]

lovely poem. I am with you brother to tear down the wall and face the enemy ;)

[Great Aunt Astri]

It happens to us all! Well done for putting expression to it!

[~]

A very creative way of expressing writers block. I liked the imagery that the title created and the light it shed on the poem.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Loved this poem and even more so hearing your voice as you read it a voice I have missed

[ms. barrie]

this is amazing, Keegan. very compelling imagery, in the way you went into complete depth of
dealing with something so frustrating. i don't think i've come across any other write
that depicts writer's block so accurately with eloquence and meter. great job.
too many lines to chose from, but these right away caught my eyes:

My words don't break out
my thoughts are drowning now
ideas suffocate me
how do I break free

-- thanks for sharing :) xoxo