Ive got writers block

cant think of what to write

It's like my pen and brain can't unite

See I write things down

Then scribble them out

At first it sounds good

Then I start having doubt

I spit so many lines over in my head

Some sound good some sound dread

Locked from my mind are a thousand memories

They're dead and gone and each has its cemetery

Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence

Just like the former was the former

Now its past tense I'm past tense

As its quarter past ten

But Before then

I was in a literary fast(ing) pen

Till my cognitive  ink

Was released

So...