Writer's Block

I stare at the empty screen
I just can’t do it
I can’t bring my fingers towards the keys
I can’t type anything
It felt like my brain was dying, all the while making
Screeching cat noises that annoys me more than possible
I glare at my computer
One second, two seconds three seconds
Still empty
The white page glares back at me
And I groan
Banging my head against the table
Accepting the absolute, cold hard truth that is being shoved in my face
I am blocked