Blank

It reappears, taunting me teasing me

It reminds me that I can't stop

But I can't go

It separates my thoughts, truncates my flow

Why is it tantalizing me so?

I know I can write

But nothing comes to my head

Does this speak of my worth?

My brain is like lead

Holding me down, heavy and cold,

It's blinking again

Staring me in the face

It laughes at me, discourages me

But I know my fate

With encourement and faith

I am sure to be fine,

But with time and patience

This poem will be mine.