Staring at a blank space
I start to feel my muscles tense
minutes go by
hours
still, there is nothing written
My knuckles crack
my eyes roll
fingers curl under my paper
frustration
anger
anger towards my empty thoughts
towards my hollow mind
tightened muscles
quickened breath
stretched legs
I fumble and twirl my hair
curl it around my fingers
pull it up to a high pony tail
no, a low pony tail
forget it, just leave it down
I let procrastination win me over
the blank space has filled with nothing more
than marks from an eraser
My pencil kisses the paper
embraces it
but pulls away
as if to tease it
Everything is a distraction
The clock laughs as it ticks by slowly
it is making seconds
an extra minute longer
My mind is blocked
writer's block
I can't break through
I have many thoughts
but none appear on the paper
I look at my pencil
stare and beg for it to work
do its job
nothing
I have writer's block


B.Y.