There it stares.

Haunting me.

Blinking at the sight of my pain.

Knowing that I am without thought.

That words echo but do not form.

Mocking me is its mission.

Echoing my current state of frustration.

Telling me that I have nothing to say.

Saying that it has won.

Lingering as I sigh.

As I try and try and try.

The cursor does not move.

It does not wander.

It does not stagger.

The motivation does not strike.

Instead, it bites.

-Jas