Scribbles of thought

Scribbles of thought

Persuaded by the pen

An empty page with a plot

Let the prose begin

Willpower versus fear 

The wall draws near. 

A block for the pen

Let the prose begin

On the tip of my tongue 

Words will appear 

They must be written down

The wall draws near

Persuaded by the pen

A race against guilt 

I’ve got prose to write

Plots must be built

The wall draws near

Shut out and shut in

The wall is about

I sit within. 

With Scribbles of thought

Persuaded by the pen

An empty page with a plot

Let the prose begin

Walls, as it seems. 

Are only built from within.

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