Writers' Block

Ideas and thoughts swirl around my brain
Way to many for it to contain
But none will go onto paper just right
My mind will implode from this annoying strike.

Pencil and paper or a pen might do
But none of these thoughts will come straight through
The papers left blank from the blocking wall
My brain screams "Alright!" with a surrendering call.

I sigh and I write about nothing well
This writers' block has come straight from Hell
With one last shot I begin to write words
With no intention of moving forward

After I'm finished with this poem right here
I hope the block will disappear.
After reading it over once or twice through
The writers' block left, as if on cue