Writer's Block

You roll over my head and I rise from the dead Buried in a blanket of cold sweat in a grave on my bed I’m a broken line of thought that remains wet to smear A step into the unknown, the start of a line to everywhere I prepare my fingers for the untouched whiteness My handwriting will bear witness to my uniqueness A single word explodes and overpowers my weakness To never finish what I’ve started and render me useless I never know where your ball will lead my foot You dangle a carat and of course, I take a bite An aspiring writer looking to write a bestseller I crack a tooth on the fake diamond you bury me like a pallbearer Today’s news headlines come pouring down my eyes Why report on a report, you only echo their cries I light a torch to see past the obvious nightmares You draw blood around my ankles to give me lasting scares