Reason 357 why I can't Write right now

Reason #357 why I can't Write right now Something inside me must be on strike I 've gone quiet waiting for the voice inside Not a whimper sounds, only an empty rattle echos through my chest The synapses just won't connect It's not as if I've stopped feeling But it seems I've become out of my own reach The glass is full to the brim and as hard as I push it's secrets still won't spill Every night I dream of water Facing down tidal waves, standing in torrential rain Barefoot, and waist deep in the river of my own soul I smile as the waves get higher, and the ground pools around my feet Open up the floodgates and let me be free I scream But still there is nothing.......