Student Publishing Program ::

Connor Wu

I DRAW A BLANK

My teacher assigned a poem due,
I am really not sure what to do
I stare blankly at my computer screen
White light turning my face into a complexion of cream
Nothing comes to mind
The plight everyone goes through
Nine o‘clock at night, body aching from fatigue
I ask myself what can I possibly do?
Rhymes, metaphors, and similes
What makes a poem tick?
Thought after thought whirling through my head
Like a tornado or hurricane that is always followed by dread
Absentmindedness and loss of interest
The enemies of writers and poets alike
My teacher assigned a poem due,
Tell me, what should I do…

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]