My Mind Is

My mind has been locked in step.
No thoughts come forth as to what to write.
A vacuum co-exists, within the mind,
As decay starts to attack inside.
No help is coming soon, so
I must jar the mind loose,
By using a mental broom,
To sweep the cobwebs, from this head.
Where are those thoughts from before,
Not knocking on the mental door?
I wish I knew the answers then.
A solution is needed. Not sure when.