Block

There is a block.
A wall surrounded by a plague.
Everything I felt before the wall has evaporated into mustard gas.
If I try to break through, I break out in hives.
I lay waiting, just waiting for it all to be over.
My life means nothing if I can't get through.
All I feel is nothingness.
Just a sickness in my throat.
A brick falls down and then another.
It begins to crumble as I feel better.
The wall is destroyed by my immunities and now I have a new enemy, all the thoughts that I had lost.