An Ode To Writer’s Block.

sitting in front of the blank screen
[the paper and pencil are no more]
the damn cursor is mocking me
my mind is facing it’s scorn

the obstacle I face is invisible
though the reality is feasible.
the words just refuse to be let out
trapped within, this mental block.

So here I am
Writing. And actually making sense
It’s all in fact, quite surprising
But that I suppose, is the magic of typing.