Writer's Block

The page holds the power,

mocking my efforts.

It knows who did it, 

who's hated, who hates. 

It knows how it happened, 

who's to blame, who's not.

It knows where they went,

and how it ends. 

It is the paper, 

I am the stone.

It holds the ace,

and I, the 2.

It has the rifle 

and I, the pike.

It stands, a giant, 

and I cower, minute.

A Giant-slayer at heart,

I cast my stone,

and wrangle,

reclaiming the space, 

line 

by 

line.

I will beat it, I will. 

It is the paper,

I have the stone.