The Blank Pit of No Ideas or Rope where I Think Death Awaits - - -For the what is your fear comp

The Blank Pit of No Ideas or Rope where I Think Death Awaits

I fear the blank page
Created by the blank mind
When inspiration is blank
When my muse is blank
When the white blank page
Turns into the black blank page
Just a poet firing blanks
The black blank page
Turns into a black hole
How far does the hole go
I fear the dark hole
I have a hole in my head
Everything leaked from that hole
The blank black hole is still there
If I fall into the hole
Does the bottom turn into a pit
I definitely fear the pit
The pit and the pendulum
The pit of nothingness
I fear having no ideas
No ideas to inspire me
Bereft of a single idea
The very idea that I am out of ideas
Somebody throw me a rope
Pull me out with the rope
I do not fear the rope
I fear there being no rope
And no thoughts to think
I fear nothing to think about
To think is vital
To have no thoughts is
The death of a poet
I do not fear death
I fear the death of this poet
Is this where I die
Is this where my poetry dies
Where words die and are buried
Is my blank page, my hole in the ground
The idea that without a rope
I think thoughts of dying
A death in the bottomless pit
This is ‘Fear 101’
I am terrified

For the what is your fear comp