I spit, I choke,
cough, and sputter.
I don’t know what
to say. The muse
denies her song
to me and keeps
my words at bay.
The clock runs fast;
my mind, too slow.
Sludge through a sieve,
my mind keeps thoughts
not out but in.
But the blank space
demands a scrawl
of text to fill
the void. My voice
is gone, yet still
the cursor blinks:
I I I I
