A Block The Strongest Man Couldn't Budge

[thebrokeanarchist]

A Block The Strongest Man Couldn't Budge

I sat up late, irate at night.
A spark I thought would once ignite,
my mind, a match, I threw away.
I could not think of what to write.

So I sat in the dark with a page in my mitt.
I’d embark with my thoughts to a land far away.
I would fight, there’s no way that my mind would submit,
so I clutched on my pen until night turned to day.

The words would not escape my lips,
the words could not escape my wrist.

Great poem. I believe the rhyming could certainly work, although the poem seems hurried, despite the fact that it's dealing with the "slowness" of the words appearing. There are many ways to 'slow down' the pace of a poem, and I might try to do that, if I were you.