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