Wrote Didn’t Write

My wrote didn’t write again last night
Not feeling anything it seems
Now understanding deadline’s plight
Using nets to catch streams of dreams

Drifting away my visions prance
Dreams rise and I fumble for my pen
Caught in the whirlwind of a trance
Passing secrets from middlemen

Watching peace suddenly turning
As nightmares rear raising their hoofs
I can see now that hell’s burning
Remember our faith’s fireproof