Blocked

There's a tremble
in my heart
that makes my throat dry
my head ache
and my right hand
shake...
I sit before the empty screen
taunting me
and my mind fills with words
that cannot escape
from my fingers to
the vacant space
before me...
Words of love
Flashes of humor and wit
Great rushes of emotion
all stymied
by their refusal to work together
and act coherently...
I have taken residence in Babel,
my soul no longer speaks
a language
my brain
understands.
I want to scream,
but I
merely
sigh.