The Art of War

My fight on writers block. May it rest in peace.

Sword in hand I hold the pose

I go for the offence

I swing with a fatal grace

And ready my defence

 

The strikes hit hard I lose my stand

My onslaught on the halt

The flow that once was in my hand

Has come to sad ends

 

I struggle to get my mind back in

And restore the painful grace

But a wall has kept my strike at bay

And brought on me disgrace

 

I struggle with all my might

To bring the structure down

I put forward a massive fight

My book bring me renown

Author's Note

I am not sure with this poem. I did not put much work into it and I don't like it too much. Tell me what you think.