Standing on a Writing Block


...I find nothing,
Nothing comes out.
When shit hits the fan,
I try,
I try,
But I choke and struggle,
Yet, nothing comes out,
And I’m the one stopping myself,
But I don’t know how,
There’s no failure
Don’t quit, don’t fail
Time outruns everything while the blank page rests,
Infuriating interruptions seem countless,
Still, I feel it tingling my skin,
The lights...