Writer’s block

I stare at the screen.
My mind goes blank.
The cursor just blinks.
Taunting me,
Haunting me,
It screams for attention.

Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

I watch it squirm.
I hear it beg
As it longs to move,
To play,
To dance,
Leaving words in its wake.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

My fingers itch to glide,
Long to run and jump,
Yearn to stretch and soar.
Main players,
Primadonnas,
In this keyboard ballet.

Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!

I close my eyes.
My mind, still blank,
Wanders beyond the walls,
To think,
To dream,
Telling stories to the sky.