writer's block

anticipation fills my head, creating a barrier between my brain and my pen. Unable to find the words to put down and express exactly what it is that I am feeling.
This paper is usually my punching bag, as I throw deadly left hooks in the form of verbs, followed by a 1, 2 combination in a well executed metaphor.
I let my guard down, allowing my own words to sucker punch me, rendering me seemingly unconcious in a subconcious world.
TKO in the first round.