Writers Block

He has this unique ability
I believe it came from the drugs he did
Mounds and mounds of them
His emotions do not surface
But he flips them off on the inside
When things get rough
As easily as a light switch

This creates the wall
I tell him that is writers block
Once the switch is flipped off
It becomes dark, so dark
No flashlights, candles, or windows
And the deeper he delves
The blacker the pitch becomes
And the harder it is
To find his way back
Back to the wall

Could be minutes or days
But the switch is there, somewhere
And when it's found
The wall is gone
And life resumes
While all along
His affect changed not even once
During this daydream
That is his life