Staring at the blank page,

My mind is just as blank.

My pencil grows heavy and my hand aches,

Though I've written nothing yet.

Just five seconds ago

My mind had been full and flowing with ideas,

Now, there's nothing.

The prompt is there,

I know what I need to write,

But I can't write anything.

I finish the test

After five hours of writing.

The essay wasn't as hard

As I had thought.

My hand aches

A hundred times worse than before

But I don't care;

I'm done.