Writer’s Block

Crawling fingers up the spine,
shaking hands clutching emptily.
The deep yawning pit,
swallowing your soul.

Building slowly,
creeping into your mind,
creating nightmares from phantoms,
and turning phantoms into hallucinations

Shaking hands lead to shaking body,
Shivering from a cold brought from inside.
Vainly trying to warm a heart paralyzed by fear.