When It Won't Come.

[TiaLynn]

My hands have failed me, silence.
The words won't come or flow...
I think, and think, and no thoughts make sense.

If I can not write, will you, oh teacher, hold it against
me, for I did try. Please, oh please don't go...
My hands have failed me, silence.

Teacher, oh teacher, you make me so tense.
You say I have mere moments to make this crap glow...
I think, and think, and no thoughts make sense.

Sutdent, oh student, you are an expense...
You complain and complain, but never show.
My hands have failed me, silence.

Together, we are dense;
Neither can please the other, you know.
I think, and think and no thoughts make sense.

Curse you hands, curse you pencil, you drove me past tense;
In anger I kicked the desk and stubbed my toe.
I think, and think, and no thoughts make sense...

~Villanelle.