Scary-go-round

Been trying for days to put words on the page

Feeling like part of me’s trapped in a cage

The terrible catch is it seems there’s no latch

Quite simply I’m stuck, but I can’t disengage

The nights are the worst

This unquenchable thirst sticks around for a while once the dark has dispersed

The daybreak a small break

Once night has reversed, I’m fine for the time, but soon return cursed

The waiting what kills as the wheel spins on

Someday all abating so sadness stays gone

I wish I could force it and not be withdrawn

Seems that I lack both the brains and the brawn