Blank sheet.
Cursor blinking furiously against the white.
I’ve been at this all night.
Blank sheet.
The unfilled space is ominously bright.
Not enough ideas to start this out right!
Blank sheet.
Tick… tock… tick… tock.
Deadline drawing nearer:
Thoughts aren’t any clearer.
Tick… tock… tick… tock.
A bell chimes the hour, I’m weak in the knees.
I stare at nothingness, slamming the keys.
Tick tock!
The clock insists, but I’m trapped in writer’s block.
No words.
I can’t seem to think.
Every word or phrase I’ve ever heard, entirely down the sink.
No words.
Blinking black line.
Begging for some words to write, I have to decline.
No words.
Write it down!
The sheet insists, but my brain is out of town.
Can’t write!
Time is marching on,
Grades and fans will be up and gone.
Can’t write!
Inspiration is sparse.
How can I be a writer if I can’t write for arse?
Can’t write!
Push those keys!
The screen insists, but my ideas are on the breeze.
One word.
My name.
Let’s turn this spark into a flame!
Two words.
The date.
At least I’m in a better state…
Writer’s block.
Write more!
The people insist, but I’m tired to my core.
Writer’s block.
The blank page stares me down.
I feel like such a clown…
Writer’s block.
Titles evade me.
Should I take a break? Would that just be lazy?
Writer’s block.
One word.
Two words.
Three, four.
The stress is mounting, I can’t take it anymore.
Five words.
Six words.
Seven, eight.
Backspace it all, too late.
Blank sheet.
Life and Lemons 
Awesome prose, Autumn!!! Not being a true writer like you, but having written hundreds of papers over my education career, I empathize with those who deal with such issues. I would imagine that all writers deal with the dreaded “block” yet they find the words eventually propelling them back to being the true authors they are. Thanks for the post and excellent subject matter!
❤️ You!!!!
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