Writer's Block

Birthed in the womb of my thoughts A bird of stone carvings, written secrets and envied flight Heavy stone sinks through my head; Chained hands, limited grasp, surge forward to catch you Links snap taught and brush your elusive wings Yet you escape, and plummet Roving eyes swivel upwards to see you soaring down Lidless, ever glaring, they lock onto your secret carvings But too fast, you shoot past their gluttonous prying And down through a troubled canal You battle against the sighing breaths that send you upwards A wordless plight for expression But rock wings beat through the oppressive heaves Unexpressed, to fall down into the pit of my stomach and forever disturb my waking muses, Another block of words unwritten.