I pressed the emotional accerelator,
then use my determination clutch
to change the gear to persistence,
I am not ready to lose this war
of ideas, as my imagination begins
to run cold,
but I spice is up with
the fortitude of thought,
and try as much as possible
to flee from the Kristelnacht of repetition
Well it is not easy,
as writer's block seems to
be looming in with muscular ease,
but my mind spits ideas,
feeds me with pictures,
inhales philosophies
I continue writing with
the ink of literary eloquence,
my hands, bull-headed with a fluence,
emptiness try to visit
but I shut the doors of my neurones,
I'm writing with a bottomless pen
because the brain
is an eternal citadel of creation
I shall defeat writer's block
and win this war!
By Kakraba Afful