Poetry in progress

They tell me to keep writing but the words just won't come out.
They're kept down deep inside me by a jailer, name of Doubt.
He thinks he knows what's best you see - protecting me from scorn,
but this lack of writing anything has made me tired and worn.

I plug some music in my ears and try to push doubt down.
He falls away, but nothing's left - he's played me like a clown.
I can't think of a thing to say or how to make it rhyme.
A silent singer, honest liar, victim of doubts crime.

There's paper scattered everywhere, my mind is blank and numb.
Rough drafts surround me, taunting me, my thoughts a throbbing hum.
My writer's block is standing tall and pressed close to my face.
It's trying to eliminate any creative space.

However, I can't lose to this - I know that I can win.
I keep on writing nonsense just to show I won't give in.
I'll barge the wall, climb up it, fall, get up and go again.
The game is on, let's see this through, it's me verses my brain.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

I think hard work helps to eliminates doubt. We all have it. We want our poems or stories to be accepted and liked. Its only normal to hold back before releasing it. It is a reflection of us.

[Epicness]

Hi, thanks for reading and reviewing :)
I agree with you, you just have to push on through it.