Writers Block

Though ten thousand words I have in stock,
I can't escape this Writer's Block.
More words than can be counted on fingers and toes,
Yet upon my creativity this threat of blank-page does impose.

It seems every thought I thought to think,
When written, through the page did sink.
Such incidence is rather queer,
What is this error? Why is it here?

Why can't I think? Why can't I write?
This block of mine, has givin me fright.
I am however, less afraid,
to announce to the world, my debt repaid.

My curiousity curbed. My thirst been quenched.
Ambitions quelled, and anxiety benched.
I have conquered this my block.
I have completed another thought.