Tonight I am battling
a case of writers block.
My brain keeps on juggling
Ideas around the clock.
This is the ninth poem
I’ve written in an hour.
I even tried writing one
while taking a shower.
My brain wont produce a
single idea or a thought.
I can’t seem to come up
with a theme nor a plot.
I can’t finish my story
that I started weeks ago.
My brain seems to have chosen
to shut down and say "no."
Maybe its because of
the stress of finals week.
Or maybe its because
I have lousy technique.
Whatever the reason
I wish it would go away,
but for now I’m so done
and this poem will stay.





















