Sitting in English class,
Staring at a blank paper,
The clock ticks away the time,
A pencil taps a desk and the teacher walks around,
Collecting papers and making faces,
Faces with satisfactory writen all over them,
The door opens and closes periodicly as sudent's finish,
This paper is still blank,

Writer's block is the Diagonistic,
The priscription is to write about anything and sit,
A few students take a deep breath of frustration,
This block is hard to get past,
Like trying to run through rubber that is drying,
One makes little progress,

Finally the block has been beat by a few,
With logs added to the fire of determination,
The blank paper slowly begins to fill with words,
The pencil is no longer tapping but now writeing,
The English class time suddenly goes by much faster,
The block is lifted.