Writers block...So I'll leave you with a poem

UUUGGGHHH....I have the dreaded writer's block. I'm stuck on the same page. I'll get past this, of course. But for now, I leave you with one the poems I recently wrote for one of my classes. Steal it, or anything about it, and i will find you. :) The Forest of Fear By: ANGELA L. SIMMONS-MORGAN December 7, 2014 The darkness starts to thicken, as tight as your chest Being in the dark stirs a feeling of unrest The icy breeze begins to whisper You can hear it say your name Calling you enticingly “Come and play our game” Tall shadows start to dance They waltz amongst the night Fathered by the yellow glow Cast by the full moon’s light The quickening of your heartbeat, The pounding of its sound Gives these things their rhythm To dance above the ground Your skin begins to crawl Feels like a million tiny spiders Your breath begins to shorten Your chest keeps getting tighter As the blood runs from you face And drains down to your feet You’re starting to feel colder Shivering, in defeat Your head is feeling light Like a feather in the wind But your body’s feeling heavy And your gut is caving in This forest is alive And it wants you for its own To make your fear befall you It’s muddy grave is your new home