Poem #1681

Under Lock and Key

What should I write?
Why is that such a fight?
Ideas are everywhere,
But none really pair,
I’m scratching my head,
Is my muse dead?
Maybe gagged and bound,
Because of a fear I’ve found,
How do I overcome that fear?
And get my butt back in gear?
There’s no time to lose,
I need to free my muse,
I’m the lock but the key?
Is that too within me?

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