Writer's Block

There exists a famed condition,
Though most would call it a curse,
Known simply as “writer’s block”.
The concept itself is simple;
There are words that exist simply within the mind of the author,
Terms that cannot be brought to the page.
Ideas,
That swirl in a dying mire within the brain,
Scrambling themselves into bullet points,
And then into nothingness.
An idea can only be entertained for so long,
While remaining in the rot of the mind,
Before it is doomed never to reach the tip of the pen.
No ink can dry when nothing is written.
No ideas can thrive when never put forward.
For those ideas that we entertain come the night,
When thoughts are muddied and inhibitions are set loose,
When,
After moderate deliberation,
We decide to put our creative foot forwards,
And put our thoughts into words.
Yet,
These are the times when the ideas cannot be set free,
When the fog of the brain clouds the better judgement,
And prose becomes purple.
The ideas are not put forward.
The words are not written down.
Another work of art sinks to the bottom of the stream of consciousness,
And dies a quiet death.