#flashing icon

This flashing prompt

Is mocking me

The villain

In my dreams

Waking me from

A restless sleep

Making me wonder

What beauty lies ahead

Or if this day

Is just a nightmare to be had

Teasing me

Tempting me

Out of my writers block

So much so

That I have to

Write about it

The little black line

Is toying with me

Making me

Type

Edit

Delete

Like a cycle

Spinning my mind

Washing my pages

Until the words

Are nothing but memory

Or committed to memory

Depending on how many times

I’ve typed them

Trying to get past this idea

And turn it into

Something of substance

This flashing prompt

Has chained me to the screen

I scratch the idea

And start again

This vertical line

Is taunting me

Asking me what

I have Left to say

Reminding me that

I’ve said it all before

Just in a different way

Assuring me

That the world will tire

Of hearing my story

And I can only

Type so much

In a day

Week

Month

Year

This Caret

Has crushed me

Like a soldier waging war

Before I can even get a word in

Winning the battle

Unable to reach my weapon

Attempting to defend my thought process

Staring deeply I remember

That I am hopeless

This flashing prompt owns me

Keeping me up until

All hours of the night

Beating me to the punch

Whenever something feels right

Placing seeds of doubt in my mind

Making me aware

that the well