Block Poem by Edward Grey

I cannot think
There is nothing to write
My mind is blank
The pages are white

I sit here
In the hallway
Trying to think
My friends talk
As I try to write

I would not be here
In this hallway
But my internet will work inside
So here I sit trying to write

Through my mind go ideas
But nothing solid
Nothing I can write for you

I have to write fast
My clothes are in the dryer
I must come up with something
Through my mid race ideas
Friends, loved ones, what I want to be
But I cannot think