The Block

I'm just stuck. Here with my pen and an empty piece of paper....feel me. Wondering should I write a love poem? And if so in what form. I'm thinking should I write a poem for single mothers? Should I write a poem for the other people in this world who can't write a poem? I'm stuck on this BLOCK where writers dwell, a place where I can't exit and I can't excell. The BLOCK. Sometimes though I can't write on writer's BLOCK, I can't build a rhyme, I can't script a line, I can't expand my mind unless I'm modivated by someone who's one of a kind. I train writing quatrains on a train riding through the rain in spain. Welcome to the BLOCK! I've finally found the exit, though so many U-Turns and detours and dead ends. I'm am now free........from the BLOCK..........