Writer's Block Poem by Albert Ahearn

I found myself staring at a blank screen.
I was clueless as to why or how long.
It could have been a moment or fifteen
Minutes for all I know. I’m sure I'm wrong.
Nevertheless, this sort of thing happens
Now and then when I get this writer’s block.
It happens when expectations transcends
Inspiration. It’s like my mind is locked
In a thoughtless vault and my gray matter
Is scattered all over the freaking place.
In this mental state, everything's a blur:
Vacuum in an inter-cranial space.
At this particular moment in time
I’ve written nothing, at least the lines rhyme.