Writer's block

attempting to write,
but nothing escapes by mind.
ink left untouched,unused.
words are stuck,
caught up, between my mind and pen.
overwhelmed by,
this nothingness.
this emptyness.
this madness.
daylight sunshine, is forever blocked.
forces of evil, are sinisterly, dragging me down.
down ,to their darkest underground.
swallowing me, into their sea of darkness..
like a puppet swiftly swaying..
Uncontrollably, without its strings .
"focus"! I tell myself.
a new set of ideas
come flooding, through my ocean of mind.
and I signal the valve, to let them in.
gazing through the window.
the picturesque scenery,
gradually fades away.
giving birth to a new set of ideas,
giving space to my now subconscious mind.
a repertoire of images,
appear before my eyes.
one after the other,
like a photographic film
reflected, upon a projector.
suddenly I realize....
my inability to articulate,
is blocked by the visuality,
of my mind.
the strings are torn,
need to be mended.
struggling to be in control!
of the puppet,
of myself.
...........................
The epic battle is over.
my foolish mind gloriously wins.
...........................
Yet, a new poem is made.