List Poem
My brain won't function,
     all the gears are jammed.
My pen freezes to the paper,
     the task of moving it is too massive to conquer.
My eyes stare endlessly at the clock,
     its heartbeat ticks loudly in my ears.
My tolerance lowers,
     frustration beats me senseless.
My ideas vanish,
     the brainstorm must have washed them away.
My mind dry as a desert,
     hit on the head with a writer's block.

by S. L., Bethel, CT