On the Block

I write, and so my audience is massive.
I oftentimes refer to it as flock,
although in fairness it is rather passive,
and suffers from a case of reader's block.

As each sincere and breathless composition
gets added to my swelling repertoire
I'm struck by certain doubt and indecision:
is this the best one yet? At least so far?

One must continue growing as an artist,
if not in stature then in length and width,
perhaps neither the cleverest nor smartest,
but surely worth to spend a moment with,

a moment that the reader won't regret.
A cure for reader's block? I'll find one yet.